"I love you, you know I do."
- The Tragically Hip, In View
Last night, Wrecking Ball was driving me home. It was very late or very early, depending on how you look at it, and I was so tired that if this had been a less significant conversation I know I wouldn't remember it. As it is, the memory is blurry which is unfortunate. He stopped the car and we were holding hands and it was clear he wanted to say something. He was looking at me somewhat intensely and I had a sudden thought: he is either going to break up with me, or say he loves me, and he is smiling just a little bit, so I think-
"I love you too."
I felt so happy. I kissed him. I think I said, "oh, that's good!" but I hope that I said something else, because that is an awful response. Sort of like, "thank you."
I have been told by two other guys that they love me. Acadia just kind of threw it at me one day. We were walking away from each other before class, pretending to have a fight or actually arguing, I don't remember now. I just know he said "I'm sorry. I love you." And I answered automatically, "I love you too," without stopping to consider what that meant. And when Cowboy said it - well, that was when I started this blog. So this was a very nice change for me - knowing we mean it, knowing for sure he isn't just saying it to get me back, because he already has me.
When I got inside the house I leaned against the door and watched him drive away. I was still smiling.
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