“Those Three Words Are Said Too Much, But Not Enough”

He told me he loved me.

I was prepping to get out of the car and he said wait I want you to read something and I said now? and he pulled my door shut and dug into the compartment to pull out the leather bound notebook I gave him for Christmas. Tears weld in my eyes, a part of me knew, but I wasn’t scared. I didn’t want to run, I just wanted to stay, stay in the moment forever. The note was addressed to me, he shut off the radio and I read every beautiful word written down on that page, slightly mad and a bit distracted like his beautiful mind is, little inside jokes and him telling me a little thing about those three words, I looked up at him and he says, turn the page. There it is, top of the page simple as day, I can’t remember if he said it aloud or if his voice filled my mind as I read the three most beautiful words off the notebook page. I turned to him and said I love you too, and I’m not saying it drunkenly this time! we both giggled and he said it again and I said it and I wanted to say it first again so I said it again and I mussed out the thank yous and words that would never tell him how much he meant to me and how much those beautiful words meant to me.

I think sometimes when you’re with someone great, someone who’s your best friend, your boyfriend, and your confidant, you just feel love earlier, I had caught myself almost telling him I love him multiple times, way too early but I meant it. Isn’t that just absolutely crazy?!

Anyway, now I’m rambling, but I just wanted to let all you lonely hearts out there that it is possible for everyone and it is real and it doesn’t matter if you’ve been hurt, if you’ve been left behind, if you have divorced parents, if you’re depressed or anxious or whatever, because somebody loves you and when you’re ready and when you’re happy with yourself and your life, they will find you and fit right into place ready to take the world by storm with you.

Patience, love.

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