The Day I Heard The Truth

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. "I love you," he said. I just stood there, unsure of what to say. I finally found my voice, "When did you first feel this way about me?" I was a bit scared to know the answer. "Since the day I met you," he answered. I was shocked, "Four years and you tell me now?" He smiled shyly putting his hands in his pockets. "Why?" I wanted to know- I had to know. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I don't know," he admitted, "I was confused." "Confused?" I asked, my heart dropped, a lump forming in my throat, "By what?" He looked down, took a deep breath, and looked me in the eyes. "I knew that I loved you," he started, "But I wasn't sure if you felt the same way; I didn't want to lose you as a friend." My heart started beating faster; he was thinking exactly the same thing I was. "What made you finally confess your feelings?" I asked, still a bit confused. "It's our senior year," he said, "If I had to make a fool of myself, I'd do it before we went our separate ways for college." "You didn't think we'd see each other anymore after high school?" I asked, a bit hurt. "Not as often as I'd like," he said, making me feel a bit better. "Plus," he said, smirking, "I gave you so many signals." He was mere inches away from my face. "Oh, really?" I asked, coyly, "Like?" "Well," he began, "I treated you differently from other girls." He was right; I just thought I had imagined all of that. "Couldn't you tell how nervous I was around you?" he asked, embarrassed, "I could barely say two words without stuttering." Right again; I usually thought that he didn't really want to talk to me. "And, of course, I was too scared to do this," he smirked, pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips met and I swear I felt as if I was floating. We pulled away; I had goosebumps while he was blushing deeply. "Now I have a question for you," he said, "Do you love me?" I didn't hesitate: "Yes," I heard myself say, "I love you." A huge smile spread across his face as his big arms enveloped me. As he stepped back, his smile slowly disappeared. "Probably not as long I have, right?" he said, a hint of worry in his voice. "Just as long as you," I admitted, blushing. It felt to get that off my chest. I sighed, "Now what?" He grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, "A walk in the park?" We looked out the window; it was raining and he knew what my answer was: "Yes," I smiled. He grabbed his umbrella and off we went.

*NOT based on a true story