NO PHOTOS – JUST WORDS
I’d been wanting to tell you for weeks. The words sat on the tip of my tongue every time I looked at you, but I kept swallowing them back, terrified you wouldn’t feel the same. I asked people for advice, talked myself into it, then out of it, probably a thousand times.
But when you were in Texas for work, something settled in me. I realized that when you love someone, they deserve to know it. And no matter what you might’ve said in return, I was certain of how I felt.
I remember us lying on your bed, my heart racing. I told you I had something to say, and for a moment I swore I might actually pass out from nerves. But I said it. And you said it back. And everything shifted—quietly, perfectly—and the rest became our story.
I love you, Blondie. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
