You and Jack have been dating for seven months and you guys never said "I love you" Although you wanted to, you've always thought he would think its too pushy. Then one day, you asked Jack "why won't you ever say I love you to me?" He sighed and replied "because I've always been so scared. I would say it all the time in the mirror, but never have the guts to say I love you to you and—"
"Shh" you cut in. "You just said I love you, you knuckle head, and there is no other way that I would've wanted you to say it."
"But I wanted it to be special..." Jack said soft and nervously. "That was special to me" you said quietly but loud enough so he can hear you. Jack looked at you in confusion. "What do you mean?" He said curiously. "You said it to me while spilling your guts out. And I for one thought that was special." You say with passion. "Then why didn't you sa—
"I love you." You said while cutting into his sentence, knowing what he would say.
You both hug each other, saying goodnight. But you held on to him not wanting to go just yet, but when you guys let go of each others arm, you said "I love you" one more time, and left out his house.....
