“I love you, too,” he whispers between kisses. “But you left off one thing.”
I pull back slightly to look him in the eye. “I did?”
He nods. “You forget to say that you love me because we have awesome naked pillow fights.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. But the humor vanishes as he grows serious again.
“I really do love you,” he says. “More than anything.”
“I know that,” I tell him before sealing my lips to his.
And it’s the truth. I do know he loves me. I have always known. I was just too afraid to admit it. Too afraid to accept. Too afraid of things I couldn’t control.
Too afraid.
Too afraid.
Too afraid.
I almost let fear ruin my life, almost let it control me. And I almost missed out on perfect moments like this one. Because, while life is filled with imperfections, perfection does exist in rare, beautiful moments. Rare, beautiful moments make life really worth living. And I’m glad I’m not so afraid of the bad anymore that I miss out on the good. In fact, I think I’m going to make that my number two rule in life, right after loving Beck.