Romans & histoires When You Told Me That You Loved Me

Even when I tried, I knew I couldn’t leave it unsaid. “I love you,” I whispered. And then everything went black.

"Just like that day in school." My eyes widened, and I smiled, feeling a rush of emotions. "I love you," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "I love you so much... from the depth of my heart... I can't stop living without you..." I poured out my heart, telling her everything I felt.

Why must he always do this to me? “I love you.” I told him. He smiled. “I love you, too, Baby.” Finally, he replied. Finally he told me he loves me too. “Have I told you that you mean the whole damn world to me?” He asked me and I nodded. I can remember everything that he actually told me. How can I forget when every word he utters is like food for my heart?

' Her words urged me, and I pounded faster, balls slapping against her, the slap of flesh echoing. Emotions peaked, words spilling unbidden. 'Tessa... I love you. Through all this shit, it's you.' My voice cracked, raw with the truth I'd buried under curses and fights. She gasped, tears in her eyes, pulling me closer. 'I love you too. Hold on to that.'

And I gave her everything I had. “I love you,” I said, the words spilling out before I even realized they were on my tongue. But they felt right, truer than anything I’d ever said. “I love you, Sarah. I don’t know when it happened or how, but I do. I love you, and I’m never letting you go again. Not ever.” Her lips parted, and for a moment, she just stared at me. Then, finally, she whispered, “I love you too.”

My breathing holds in my lungs, and my world vanishes. “I love you more than that too. I love you since I learned how to love other than my family, and I didn’t realize that I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I was broken, too when I pushed you away, but I was so stubborn until it was already too late. I love you so much, Trinity.”

Was I really going to tell her? “I......I love you.”

“You said you loved me. You promised…” I pressed my palm to the cold edge of the sheet, my voice shaking harder. “You don’t get to leave me like this. Not after everything. Not after the way you made me feel, the way you made me believe I could actually, ” The words in my throat broke at each second. "I love you," I whispered. "You hear me? I love you, you inept, unrealistic man. I do not even remember when it began. Perhaps it was at the time I was yelled at because I had gone to work too late. Or as you sat beside my hospital bed when you faked it you were not worried. Or maybe..." I snorted, and my shoulders were shaking.

“You told me when we were coming here— that you were going to make me love you—” “I did” “Well— Congratulations Romeo!--"

“Emily…” “I’m in love with you.” I said, and a little burden lifted off my chest. “I love you. I’m saying I love you. Even if it’s stupid, crazy, and pointless, I’m saying it. Please, just don’t leave. I really, really love you. It’s been a while now, but I’ve been deceiving myself. Not anymore. I know what I want. Not John. No. No one, but you. I can’t help it.” I cried out, letting go of all I’d been burning to say to him, and the whole heavy feeling was lifted off my chest.