Sunday 19 August 2012

Dear John



“You have no idea how much the last few days have meant to me," I began. 
"Meeting you has been the best thing that's ever happened to me." 
I hesitated, know that if I stopped now, I'd never be able to say it to anyone. 
"I love you," I whispered. 

"Did you ever imagine something like this?" she wondered aloud. 
"You and me , I mean?" 

"No," I said. "It scares me a little." 
My stomach flipped, and all at once, I was sure she didnt feel the same way. 
"You dont have to say it back to me," I began. 
"That's not why I said it--" 

"I know," she interrupted. 
"You don't understand. I wasn't scared because you told me. 
I got scared because I wanted to say it, too: I love you, John.” 

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