“How do you tell a girl you love her? It's the way you look at her from across the room and your eyes follow her as she moves. Even if she hasn't noticed you yet. It's how you touch her, with your hands at her waist and her hair and God, her perfume, it smells like love and pure sunshine and just being around her feels so damn good. It's all in the truth you speak, the truth you live, the truth or your being and her bones thrumming; it's her ribs growing roses around your heart beating in her tired little chest, like joy bursting quietly up and out her throat into laughter. It's deeper than the kisses. It's every stolen dance and quiet moment spent in her company. It's in the words "I love you" but also "hey angel" and "have you eaten" and "baby take your meds" and "be safe" and "I miss you" When she cries her lashes remind you of butterflies fluttering around carrying dew drops. You tell her this and she smiles weakly at you through her tears, and even tho her pain makes you want to die trying to make her feel better, you take her hand and you fucking live, because that's all there's left to do. It's when she tells you she needs you and you'll tell her she's everything and that you'll stay forever. You don't have a problem promising forever to a girl like her, it's inevitable. It's how you'd be whatever she needed, a best friend or a good fuck or a beautiful lover or a wild, wild adventure. It's the way you catch her wrist and tell her "now and forever, you have all of me." It's how she smiles back at you, and her tiny hands slip into yours. Palm to palm you walk into your new life with her. "I think I'm in love with you" "Good. This isn't the first time I've wanted to say it back to you. Now I finally can.’” -unknown