I can still hear the sound of your “I love you”. The first time it ever escaped your lips. It fell to the ground and cracked open. It shook my world and stopped its rotation. And I did not even muster a word in response. Silence.
I can still hear the sound of your “I love you”. The second time it ever passed between your soft lips. It fell out of your mouth, sweet and slow like dripping honey. And I caught it in my hands.
I love you too.