Ever since he read that email he’s been enraged with expressing to me what it is he thought about it. In the halls he’ll stop me to say, “Hey, I got you’re email” and before he gets to say anything else in a dumbfounded manner I’d stumble my words, “Uhm, hah- yeah.” I said anything to avoid talking about the letter.

I was embarrassed that I could feel that way about anyone, to me love is embarrassing. Love is something that can be seen from a mile away and I don’t like to be in the spot light. Yet when I’m in the privacy of my own home, I think about my day and all the things he did that made me feel special. Simple things like his gentle hugs, even behind something as innocent as a hug, he manages to make it far more, he slowly moves creating a passionate aura as he kisses my hair making memories of my scent. He whispers into my ear, “I love you and I’m glad that you appreciate me.” His whisper made my knees go weak with feelings rushing to my cheeks as I wanted to collapse straight into his arms.