When do I get to kiss you?

Last night, you absolutely blew me away. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen, a truly amazing person whose presence I can never, ever get enough of, the one person on this planet that I desperately want to know every little thing about… Standing there, absolutely stunning in that red dress…

You declared your love for me.

Oh, sure, you didn't say the actual words. But the words you did say? In their context?

Speak of love.

True love.

Words spoken by a man to a woman he loves, but cannot tell.

Spoken by a woman, to this man, who she cannot tell.

You'd already spent the past year gradually eroding away my doubts, bolstering my confidence, making me understand that this street does, indeed, go both ways.

But in three words, three little words… not to mention that smile and blush… you blasted away any lingering doubts. I know now. I know.

Do you?

I need to tell you. I need you to know. I need you to feel that same furnace blast that flashed through me as I realized what it was you had said. I need you to know. I need you to know.

I love you.

True love.

As you wish.