I looked at his face in the darkness of the room. I was lying next to him and he was breathing deeply, not snoring. Just breathing deeply. I kissed him lightly on the lips and it startled him.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked groggily.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
He nestled in closer to my face and intertwined his hands with mine.
At that moment I knew that I loved him.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too.” He said.
We kissed deeply and I was giddy with delight.
I didn’t even notice that his hand had crept into my pants and my special no-no spot.
What pushed me to do this? Well, several of you made comments about my previous post urging me to give it a whirl and take the plunge.
That wasn’t the deciding factor.
We had a fight last weekend in which he gave me the cold shoulder treatment. As he perused his law books, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked.
I love the way he smells
I love the way his eyes twinkle when he laughs.
I love it when he holds my hand under the table
I love it when he laughs at my stupid jokes, the way he undercuts my cynicism.
I love when he wakes me up in the wee hours to make love before he goes to work.
Then why couldn’t I say it?
Then all of the sudden, as I was looking for my favorite Coke Zero in the local grocery store. This song started playing…
And that my friends, is what made me say I Love You.