So what do you say when she says she loves you. When its what you’ve wanted to hear for so long that it seemed she didn’t know the words existed. When you’re standing there trying to swallow your surprise that you were never expecting it. Do you just stare? Do you just watch the way her nostrils flare as she waits, the delicate arch of her brows as they rise slightly, turning into question marks? Or is it that now you can’t speak, that you can barely breath, or that your throat tightens with all you’ve wanted to say for so long that it’s become a dam beneath your tongue? Or, as your eyes take in hers, the hazel coloration, the slight squint as they smile, are you lucky enough to know that you’ve both said it all.