I've loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn't change but grew. It grew to fill the parts of me that I did not have when I was a child. It grew with every new longing of my body and desire until there was not a piece of me that did not love him. And when I look at him, there is no other feeling in me.

Sometimes I am disappointed with love.

And it's impossible to say and even harder to feel.

It hurts for him to smile at me like that.

I know that you know I've been in love with you for forever. You don't have to pretend.

At moments like this, it amazes me that the words don't come tumbling out of me.

I'm sorry for kissing you.""Don't say that," I say. "Don't say you're sorry for that.

And then she kisses him. And I start reading.

It was another momen when one of us could have said something, could have given us time, but neither of us did. We looked at each other until I couldn't bear it anymore.