"I love you."
I had said.
Like I do all the time.
Then she rolled on top of me.
Looking up.
With her still blue eyes.
And she bit her lip.
And she said.
"Maybe you really do love me more."
I didn't know what that meant.
Or if that was a good thing.
Or a bad thing.
Was she supposed to love me more?
Surely I would overthink it.
But I would never forget.
Those words.
