“Can I tell you something?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I repeated.
“I’m in love with you.”
I was speechless. Nothing could have prepared me for that moment. Absolutely nothing.
It wasn’t just that those words had never felt so real coming from a man’s mouth before—it was that they came from someone I’d fought so hard to resist saying them to.
It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve to hear them; it was that I knew our situation all too well. Admitting how I felt would have been setting myself up for heartache. Yet hearing those words from him, I was caught completely off guard.
My mind raced. Was it because we’d just had sex? Was it a heat-of-the-moment thing? What if he didn’t really mean it and regretted it immediately after? It was thrilling to hear, yet also hard to believe.
As we slipped out of each other’s arms, I told myself to just soak it in. It didn’t matter what my doubts were—he said he was in love with me. I reminded myself how many times I’d hoped to hear those words, not just from anyone, but from him.
For the first time since realizing how I felt about him, my heart was racing, faster than ever before. I couldn’t stop it. I wrapped myself in the duvet, holding tight to those words. How could I freeze this moment in my heart forever?
To be in love is wonderful, but to be in love with someone who loves me back—that’s something I never thought I’d experience. But now, I’m basking in it.
If you ever read this, I hope neither of us changes. I hope those words don’t jinx us. Understand that while what you said meant the world to me, it still won’t change anything between us.
Back to default, but I needed to document this moment—how blessed and special it made me feel.
