"I love you."

There, he said it. It wasnt easy finding those words and asking his brain to convey them verbally. It was like speaking a new language he'd heard about but didnt really know how the words sounded.

But instead of the bitterness of being coerced and cornered, it felt real, and so very correct.

Like leaves floating down in fall, creating the perfect carpet.

Like snow in winter, producing a dazzling winterland.

Like the snap of wood burning in the fireplace in a cold weather.

Like a drop of water falling from the sky and creating perfume from a thirsty ground.

Like falling in bed and finding just that softness of home.

Like finally, finally finding the answer to questions you never bothered to ever ask, because you had to always push them to the back of your mind.

Like threads untangling and leaving behind an obvious and yet, simple design.

Of course, he thought, and felt in his heart. It was the simplest thing and so, as his brother always said, he missed it altogether.

The timing couldn't be worse even if he tried but the light of truth finally shone in that deep recess he hid in his heart.

He couldnt hide it anymore, that light inside him. It had to shine through, translated into words of realisation and wonder.

"I love you," he whispered.