Teach Me How to Love You
I refused to say the words he wanted to hear, curious which one of us would cave first, because I knew this was not exactly easy for him either.
Then he picked up the pace, hitting deeper, harder, and I started seeing stars. Right as the knot in my stomach pulled tight, my hands shaking on the desk, he threatened to pull out again, and to the Lord who made me, that would have been the fastest tears I had ever shed if he denied me again.
"I love you, Alan," I yelled, yielding. "I love you.”