It was pretty great, because I had been wanting him to say it for days and days and was hinting and was nervous and when he finally said it, it was like a weight had been lifted. I just couldn't say it first, I'm too chicken, but I really, really wanted to. Thoughts like "What if he doesn't love me back?" were drifting through my noggin.
Then he said it.
And I said "I know," because I really did know it, and "I love you too."
And it was cute
And I could breathe again.
We still love each other, and life is good.
Tonight we'll probably celebrate by getting Slurpees and watching The Walking Dead. I'm also thinking of making a grocery stop because I'm craving some Ben & Jerry's Phish Food.
Don't you just love love? Today especially I'm super fond of it.