He said it first. We were friends for a few years before we started dating, and we said it all the time to each other. He's the kind of person who always tells his friends he loves them and hugs everyone good-bye. A month or two into our friendship, I was having a horrible day and said that I felt like the only person in the world who loved me was my son. He replied, "and me. I love you."
We've always said it a lot, and we both like hearing it. It's never filler, and neither of us ever says it to hear it in return. In fact I have a rule to never end "I love you" with "too". I don't say it because he says it; I say it when I feel it.
I must admit now that we're more than friends, hearing it always gives me a thrill, and sends me to that giddy oh-my-god-I'm-so-lucky-this-man-loves-me! place. I don't think that feeling will ever grow old.
We've always said it a lot, and we both like hearing it. It's never filler, and neither of us ever says it to hear it in return. In fact I have a rule to never end "I love you" with "too". I don't say it because he says it; I say it when I feel it.
I must admit now that we're more than friends, hearing it always gives me a thrill, and sends me to that giddy oh-my-god-I'm-so-lucky-this-man-loves-me! place. I don't think that feeling will ever grow old.
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