She said she loved me.
Honestly, for a while I believed it. So much so that I'd say it back to her and she'd smile.
But for some reason, I always had a little ping of dread whenever I'd say it and look into her eyes.
I knew she had a secret, I just couldn't quite figure it out.
One day, we found ourselves quietly eating dinner together, the sound of our utensils was like thunder.
Without warning, she just let it slip.
"I don't think this is working anymore," she said.
"Wait, what?" She genuinely seemed surprised I just went with it.
"I know you've been hiding something from me, I just didn't know what. I just felt like something was different with you."
"Wow, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, honestly, if you were having doubts about us months ago, you should've told me. If you know anything about me, if you've learned anything from the time we've spent together, then you know I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure you're happy and satisfied. I love you more than anything and I don't ever want to see that smile leave your face."
She started crying after that, just a few tears.Through them she mustered a few words.
"That's so sweet. If I can be honest, I don't even know why I'm feeling like this, why I didn't tell you sooner, I...I love you too."
"Ok," I started, "So, how about no more secrets and we make more of an effort to make sure we each know how much we mean to one another? I know I'm guilty of taking you for granted, I'm sorry I didn't notice it sooner. Sometimes I guess I just need you to let me know if I'm doing it, and I can do the same."
"Yeah, I'd like that."
She hasn't stopped smiling since.
Created: Jul 22, 2012dustinthewind Document Media