And it was in that moment…
My heart pounded hard.
I wish you could’ve seen me as I was reading your letter. I wish you could’ve heard me whisper those words. Words that I had pondered on saying but at the same time, I was so indifferent about.
It wasn’t the same this time. The unconscious feeling that had now surfaced. I wasn’t scared this time. This time, I knew what I felt. I didn’t have to question myself. I didn’t have to question you.
My heart pounded hard.
I couldn’t keep eye contact. I wasn’t shy. I wasn’t lying. I just didn’t know how to say it. But I could’ve just said it. I wanted it to be perfect though. Not perfect in the cheesy romantic way. More like perfect in the real way.
I would stutter. I would pause. I would kiss you in between words.
My heart pounded harder.
And I said it.
Those three words.
Eight letters.