i've got to tell you something. i've just got to - fuck. i've just got to get it off my chest.
i love you. that's it. everything and anything i could tell you. i just really love you.
what do you love about me? she asked
he sat there and thought.
he said, i love your gentle hands. i love the smell of your hair. i love the curve of your lips. i love when we walk down the street, and you hold my hand and lift it and kiss it. i love the loud, childish laugh you have. i love the quiet way you fix the world. and mostly...mostly i love that you chose me.
she smiled.
i love you too.