Last night, I asked him: Why did you decide to tell me that you love me?
He looked at me ever so seriously and darted back his eyes to the ceiling and replied: You don't decide when you feel that kind of thing, you just say it.
Of course, I knew better than to accept his answer. I told him: There's always that point of decision where you think if it's better to say it or not.
He didn't say anything. He looked as if he was thinking of how to put out what he was going to say. Then I said: Why didn't you hide it? I hid my feelings from you.
Hid your feelings? You are so transparent. You were just glowing with love.
He hugged me and said: I love you.
I love you too.
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