she got anxious and angry and began to cry.

“i dunno, i thought you would stop loving me if i told you.”

“that’s never ever ever going to happen. you silly little girl.”

his arms outstretched and opened to her. she was a little uneasy and still so very inquisitive on the matter but her heart was an unstable little heap of veins and arteries and she needed to collapse in the welcoming beacon of cotton and skin and beard scruff on her forehead. 

once she hit that mark, her knees buckled and she leaned her whole weight. 

in a muffled voice, compressed by his chest for her face rested in it, “i don’t know why i did it, honest i don’t. i love you, that’s all. thats why i do what i do. it’s cause i love you. i always have, i never won’t. please, please tell me you feel it. see it. tell me what i want to hear. i don’t think my poor little heart could take it.” she breathed in deeply, hoping to bury her words, to suck them back up and choke them down to the depths and pits of her empty stomach. it just kept spewing from her terrible little mouth.

“i do, i love you, i love you a million and one times, i love you and i love your soft dark hair and how it falls in front of your oval shaped face and the way your eyelashes flick up, pointing towards heaven. i love when you squeeze my hand, just to let me know you’re there and that you notice. i love you because of all the fucked up shit you do. it all just melts off of me when i look at you, when i see you demurely swaying in the dim lamp light. i love you. i didn’t think i did, i didn’t think i knew what love was, but i feel it for you and i want to feel it forever.”