Her eyes lifted slowly this morning. She smiles at me. The house is quiet. I remember Mom mentioning they were driving out of town to see Ben today.
I pull her in close and suddenly feel this overwhelming desire to tell her I love her. The desire to say it is so strong that I feel like I have no control, no choice.
She looks at me, confused, knowing I have something on my mind.
"What?" she asks.
I hesitate, unsure if I should preface it with something, or if this is the right time.
"What?!" she asks again, a big grin forming on her face.
I can't wait any longer.
"I... I love you."
She beams and says it right back.
"I love you, too."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"You really love me?" I ask again, totally incredulous.
"Yes. Is that hard to believe?
It is. I hadn't thought that far ahead, I guess, but hearing it feels completely surreal.
We stay in that glow for the rest of the day, holding hands and kissing. Inside our own little universe. She even seems to momentarily put aside the pain she usually carries.
I can't believe how lucky I am to be with her.
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