He still stood close, his arms wrapped around me, his lips inches, no centimeters, from mine.
“I love you,” He whispered, and kissed me again, softly.
I couldn’t speak. My voice was caught in my throat, I couldn’t even nod or anything. Slowly I looked up into those gorgeous eyes, they were filled with fear and anxiety like he was afraid I would say I didn’t love him. But they were also filled with love that I don’t think any words can express, but his eyes did. And my heart broke. I pressed my self closer to him, if possible, and whispered, “I love you too.”
We stood there, holding onto one another. Just standing in each other’s arms.
That night as I lay in my bed I think back to after that. We put a movie in but didn’t watch it. We just gazed into each other’s eyes.
I am beautiful. He said that. He said I was beautiful. I, the nerdy kid who definately wasn’t beautiful, and he thought I was. I am amazing. He said that. I am smart, amazing, beautiful, wonderful, everything. He said that.
I feel… loved.