“Hi,” I whisper. “I love that word,” he says. “It used to make me look up for something high, did you know that?” I giggle and shake my head. “I didn’t,” I admit. “Now I know that it’s your way of greeting people, but you say it differently to me,” he says, smiling. “I do?” “Yes. You say it breathlessly to me,” he explains. “Well that’s because I haven’t really been saying ‘hi’ to you; I’ve been saying: ‘I love you.’”
