It was the last day I was going to see him in three weeks; Christmas holidays were extra long this year. He was packing away some clothes, music, books, games, for home. Eight hours away.
I sat on his desk chair, he sat on his guitar amp.
That day was going to be a sad one, so I was comfy: tunic, tights, leg warmers.
He pulled me towards him by my feet.
"Are those socks, or leg warmers?"
"Oh my gosh.. I love you!"
Nervously we both looked at my feet, pretending it wasn't a big deal. My heart pounded hard, face flushed. He had said it, out loud, not because he sat there nervously planning to say it, but because he honestly felt it in that silly moment, not even thinking. I felt it too, but was scared; that it would seem false, that he didn't really mean to say it; that it would change things.. So there I sat, babbling on about leg warmers and other items I had stolen from my mother's wardrobe..
Since then, the words have been said, whispered, yelled, written, moaned, a thousand times over. Every day we are stronger, the words stronger too.
I don't believe in finding "the one", but I believe he and I will love each other better than anyone else could love us.
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