Still, when I looked at him, my chest grew tight, my heart began to pound. I could barely breathe. Yet everytime I did, I could smell the salty sweet scent of him.

Part of me wanted to reach over and smack him, while another longed to bathe in his salty sweetness.

My anger momentarily dispelled, my heart began to fill with nostalgia.

He had been right, of course, I should have listened. I was just to stubborn to admit it.

I had loved him in the most secret recesses of my soul, but I had always been to stubborn and afraid to tell him.

Afraid to lose him, even though, in reality I already had.

” I love you! ” I blurted out barely believing myself.

Embarrassed, I stood, determined to run. To get away fast.

“Wait” he said.