Sometime in mid-November, Kyle and I were sitting outside his apartment in my car. I needed to get home, but neither of us wanted to separate. After a final goodbye kiss, Kyle said "Love ya" just before he got out of the car. I was caught so off guard that I said "What did you just say?" After a few seconds of silence, Kyle then calmly said "I Love You." I then told me that "I Love You, but to make sure you truly mean it." Since that time, I can honestly say that Kyle and I say "I Love You" at least once (often several times) every single day.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment