I Love Yous and First fights
I told you I love you, around the time after you gave me my Birkin. You joked about it how the bag worked. You told me you didn't want to say it without meaning it, like the other girls. At least you were honest about it. I told you I was put in the same position once and I didn't know what to say myself. I love you without any expectations. I told you because I couldn't hold it in any longer. I did not mind saying it first but I hoped then that you were feeling more for me.
The first time you said it, we were outside my apartment, we were arguing over a misunderstanding on your part about our first fight. I was so mad at you and then you just blurted it out. You have no idea know how much I have been waiting for you to say those words. Come to think of it, you ruined it for me. I was sort of expecting a big surprise knowing that was the way you liked to do things. But I did not even get a measly love letter written on some tissue or hotel stationery. The second time you said it, you whispered it to my ear as we were slow dancing under the stars after the surprise picnic date you arranged. It was perfect.
There were more fights after that but we always made up and there were even much more perfect I love yous. Every fight made us better because we fought as much as we loved, because I love you and because you love me, as simple as that. If only things were as simple now.