A declaration of love

Someone has to kick things off. Might as well be me.

From my journal -- almost one year ago:

It's Monday -- after a weekend together.

Telling him that I love him has been on the tip of my tongue for about a week.

I was afraid it was just going to slip out casually on the phone. Not the way I wanted to do it.

I decided to tell him On Thursday over dinner. But sometimes he has a hard time reining the pervy in.

The moment wasn't right.

Friday -- I was just plain exhausted
Saturday -- more perviness

Finally -- lolling about in the afterglow, I turned and said, "Don't freak out, but it's occurred to me that I love you"

He told me that he loved me too and he has for a long time.

I love that he knew that I had to be able to get there on my own. Apparently his friends have been teasing him about our avoidance of the "L" word.

It's scary.

Of course
true to form

I felt remorse and relief as soon as it was said.

He's gone overboard -- telling me he loves me too much -- I think he's backlogged.

I don't regret feeling it -- but SAYING it changes us -- takes us to the next place

frightens me

COWARD

yup -- guilty as charged

But I DO love him

God help me -- I DO.