Pondering Love
I remember the first time that he told me that he loved me. We were siting in his car at a red light and he just looked over and said it. I was more than shocked and I did not know what to say. I had to quickly evaluate what it meant and if I should say it back before the romance in the air was gone.
I decided against that, knowing that love was not something I was never going to take lightly. No one had ever been in love with me before and I was more than a little bit scared at the vastness of his feelings for me. What was I going to do?
I went home and I made a list of all the things I loved about him. I pondered whether this meant I loved him. I knew that there were things I could love about him that did not necessarily mean that I was in love with him.
It took me two more months of pondering, until one day it just hit me like a ton of bricks. He was the only person that could make me laugh and cry with a single look. I felt an immense love for him that was not there before and I knew that I could not wait to tell him.
