“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.”
