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April 13, 2001 (later)

Somewhere, in the middle of the night, I wake up.  I thought I heard something.  My eyes adjust to the darkness of my room, I blink sleepily, lost in the comfort of my dark room, of my dark bed, lost in the arms of this beautiful beautiful man.  He runs his chin across my forehead.  I feel the stubble, can't help but involuntarily smile. 

"I love you too," he whispers.  It's the smallest sound, the smallest sound in this dark dark room, "I love you too."

Be careful.  Be ever so careful.  I try my hardest not to give any indication that I've heard him.  Something tells me not to ruin this moment, this is his moment.  This is his moment that I just woke up in the middle of, so don't ruin it for him.  I don't think he'd be saying it if I was awake.  I don't wanna scare him.  Give him time.  If this is how he tells me, then this is how he tells me.  I don't care, as long as he tells me.

 

I feel his lips brush against my forehead.  His arms tighten around me, he's holding me like he's never gonna let me go.  I don't want him to.  I want to die, right here right now.  Just like this.  I've never been happier than right now.

"I love you too."  I love you too.