One evening I was in bed with you. I should have set off to my friend’s house for dinner fifteen minutes before. I was trying to get up, but you kept pulling me back down again. I felt your hands on my back tracing the letters ‘I--l-o-v-e--y-o-u’. I didn’t move. ‘Say it back,’ you told me. I’d had these words in me for so long, I was afraid of them touching the air. I couldn’t let them out right away. ‘Say it,’ you told me again, and I did. ‘I love you.’ I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I still do. I’ll try my best to forget, but I think I’ll love you for all my life.
