The "L" Word

I fondly remember a conversation I had with Debbie the other day. It went something like this:

D: I think I found a song that I am going to sing to Chris. Of course, I am a horrible singer but its a fun song. The things you do when your in l***.

DB: Ahhh, the feeling of new love.

D: Hey now, who said anything about love?

DB: You're right, there are a lot of four letter words that start with L.

D: Yea! Like lust...I like lust!

DB: I know you do.

I think subconsciously I was thinking about how I love Chris. I love everything about him...the way he treats me, the way he looks into my eyes, his complete dorkness, the way he makes me laugh and the way we are both troublemakers when we are together. I was content, almost intent, on keeping this to myself.

Until...

I wish I had pictures from the symphony. Although they were requested, I was in such a rush from spending too much time on the perfectness of my curls that I had to literally dash out the door (the camera is not the only thing I forgot - birth control and cell phone were on this list as well).

We had a wonderful dinner up on the patio of All American Cafe which overlooked the river at sunset. We had amazing conversation about commitment, religion and other serious topics. We got to the symphony and only made it through a song when nature called us (ugh, the curse of breaking the seal). Waiting for the second song to end, we contemplated about going home.
When he looked into my eyes he asked his normal question.

C: What are you thinking?

D: Do you really want to know?

C: Of course I want to know.

D: Are you sure you want to know?

C: Yes.

D: (panicking at this point, not knowing whether or not this was the right time to give in and tell him what I am always thinking - I leaned closely to his ear. In a whisper...) I love you.

Ugh, seriously?!? I mean, its not that I haven't felt it....ooooohhh cause I had. But, his response led me to believe I was too early.

C: Wow. (long pause) I think I love you too.