We were sitting outside of Denny's after a bit of a few and drive. I'm not sure what we fought about. Maybe my past. Maybe his past. Something that didn't matter.
It was Christmas Eve or maybe Christmas day. We had been close since the end of November.
There we sat in my old 1990 Red Toyota Camry. A car I wish I still had. It got me safely to and from school, work and friends homes.
I was red in the face and overwhelmed with emotion for him. Nervous to say anything but I felt like the words were going to jump out at any moment.
He said "Tell me what you want to tell me"
The reddness deepened and my heart started to pound hard. I felt like crying but in a frustrated scared way. I didn't want to be reject by someone I care for so much.
Covering my face completely I whisper three words.
"I can't hear you" he said to me. Turned completely to me so I could hear his voice in my ear loud and clear.
"I'm in love with you" I rephrased and said in a shakey loud voice.
It was quiet. All I could hear was my heart beating gallons and gallons of blood through my veins making me lightheaded and even more terrified.
"Let me see your face." He said calmly, deeply to me, "Face me ...."
He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to him. I kept my hands up to scared to look at him. To worried he was going to tell me I was crazy.
How could I love him? How could I after such a short time? Was the love flitting? Was it not real?
"Please look at me ...." He said again grabbing my hands and pressing his face closely to mine.
Finally I gave. My arms weak from fighting him. He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered.
"I love you too."
And kissed my lips.
