I can still remember the first time I told her I loved her. We had been dating for a while, spending almost every moment we could together. We both knew that we loved each other, but neither of us had said it yet.
We were sitting in class, she was telling me about her day. I was listening respectfully, staring at her. That's when it hit me; I loved her. I loved her. Suddenly I had to tell her. When she had stopped talking, I had open my mouth to tell her, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it. I wanted too so badly, but I couldn't.
The moment class ended, I hated myself for not being able to tell her. I kept going over it in my head, mentally preparing myself to tell her the next time I saw her. But the next time I saw her, I was still too scared. My nerves had gotten the better of me, and I still didn't tell her.
I had invited her over to dinner one night. She was starting to realize that something was up.
"What's the matter?" She asked me.
"It's nothing," I said.
I had to do it, it was now or never. I couldn't do it, I had to. My heart began to race, I opened my mouth, my nerves were getting the better of me. My mouth was starting to go dry.
"I... I... I love you," I said quickly.
She smiled widely. "I love you too."
