After months of hoping, cringing, biting my tongue, and waiting, today was the day. In that half-awake mental twilight, when we were snuggled tightly in bed before the day began, he finally said the words I'd been missing.
"I love you."
Sweet words are a salve to all wounds. It's been so long since I've heard those words. The past two months have been a struggle not to grab him and exclaim my feelings; I knew that soon I was going to burst. And now, I see maybe he felt the same way.
Today has been a day of joy. I've been listening to swing music and fighting the urge to dance. I'm smiling. The poor guys at work don't know what to do, seeing me so bright and sunny. When I get home, I think I'll make a nice dinner.
Today is a good day.
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