THE FIRST TIME HE TOLD ME
HE LOVED ME
It was an early July morning and I was getting ready to leave his place.
He was sick all night, so it was in my favor to sleep over and make sure that he was doing alright. As I packed my bags, I headed over to the bed to give him a kiss goodbye. He didn't want to kiss my lips in fear of also getting me sick, but I made him anyway. Because frankly, I did not mind. In between our lazy kisses and my toothpaste breath, he muttered out the words
"i love you"
It was at that very moment that my heart began to pace faster and my grip on him became much tighter. And I said it right back. Because I meant it with every ounce in my being.
I love this boy.
I can still feel his words on my lips.