It's the way he looks at her across a crowded classroom.
She knows.
He puts his arm around her shoulder, and ushers her away from the taunting words designed to hurt her.
She can see it.
There's a smile he saves just for her, the corners of his mouth turned up into a lopsided grin that makes her heart skip a beat.
She can read him like an open book.
Maybe she could be a little more understanding toward him, at times, but he could also give her the same courtesy.
Everyone has their faults.
She remembers the first time he signed a letter with the word "love" and it still gives her chills.
He's still learning sometimes.
She can read it in his kiss, the way he presses his lips to hers, noses touching, his glasses slipping down toward her face; his hand is buried in her brown curls, and she could stay like this forever.
"I love you" isn't always something said aloud.
He whispers it in her ear the first time he says it. She giggles in a most girlish manner before returning the sentiment.
I love you.
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(A/N: Hey guys. I've had a lot going on emotionally lately, so I just thought I'd drop in and touch base with you all. Profile is updated to explain why I've been gone. Let me know what you thought! Xo.)