[ No, you don't. And that makes him smile faintly just before he leans in to press his lips to yours; palm cupping your cheek with the hesitant sort of gentleness that he usually defaults to when he feels the need to touch you with utmost care. ]
I love you.
[ He knows that he says that often, and sometimes, when words fail him, he does so because they are a truth he can't deny and he hopes that the way he says it articulates best what he isn't capable of wording right.
He's said enough as they simple mean: that his heart beats a particular rhythm only for you. Or as a reassurance that you are loved, and even to encompass everything that he loves about you -- as a friend, as someone he respects and admires and looks up to; as his first in so many things -- and now as someone he plans to fight to spend every last second of this life with.
His other hand is taking yours now -- the one with that ring on your finger no less. ]
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I love you.
[ He knows that he says that often, and sometimes, when words fail him, he does so because they are a truth he can't deny and he hopes that the way he says it articulates best what he isn't capable of wording right.
He's said enough as they simple mean: that his heart beats a particular rhythm only for you. Or as a reassurance that you are loved, and even to encompass everything that he loves about you -- as a friend, as someone he respects and admires and looks up to; as his first in so many things -- and now as someone he plans to fight to spend every last second of this life with.
His other hand is taking yours now -- the one with that ring on your finger no less. ]