This is quite fitting as we move into the holiday season and all three of these things come together with obligatory family gatherings ;-)
As it got late, we climbed into the tent to settle in for the night. In our respective sleeping bags I leaned over and kissed him goodnight.
"Sweet dreams" he said, "…I love you"
I paused, registering what he’d just said. The impact of those words making every hair on my body stand on end.
"What’d you say?" I asked.
"Nothing?" I clarified.
"I said, I love you" he whispered…though he now sounded nervous, unsure of my reaction. I paused, forming the words…"I love you too", I admitted out loud for the first time, though the thought had crossed my mind on several occasions.
I smiled in the dark and told him I’d thought it before, hoping to reassure him for taking such a bold leap. We both laughed…probably due to the nerves…the electric feel that filled the tent…the silence that fell.
"Say it again?" he asked, "I barely heard you."
"I love you" I whispered, trying to contain my smile and giddiness.
Not knowing where to go, or what to say, from there we both lay silently next to each other. The peacefulness of the desert became very apparent, along with the moment’s perfection, in its honesty and imperfection. I wanted to whisper “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…” until we both drifted off to sleep, but thought better of it.
"I can’t wait to tell you, ‘I love you’ all the time" he admitted.
I smiled big again, feeling such an overwhelming sense of happiness and luck for finding such an amazing person to share such a special moment with…