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I will never forget the overwhelming feeling I had the first time he said it.   

I remember that summer night like it was yesterday.  The weeks that led up to it he would often text me things that so carefully hinted  his desire to say it.  We would write poems back and forth about how we felt; his were always amazing, mine mediocre. I admired him for it.  In many of his poems he would say the actual words, but me?  Well, I’d never said them to 

anyone besides my close friends and family.  I thought that was farther off in my future.  But—as usual—I thought wrong.  I guess life sometimes arrives sooner than you expect.  Though, in this case I’m quite alright with that.  I’ll admit I was a little nervous.  He made me feel so amazing that I was afraid saying those three words would only end in disaster and heartache—still, I longed for them.  I longed to hear those words, to physically hear them, and not just read them

It was rather late one night and we were up talking on the phone.  He soon realized I was drifting off and it was--unfortunately--time to hang up and get some rest.   He whispered “Goodnight” after which was a long pause.  I was wide awake now.  My heart fluttered.  I’d never wanted to hear something more than I wanted to hear those words at that moment.  I waited.  Then I softly heard the gentle words I’ll never forget.  “I love you.” 

Eggs Anyone?

For those of you who want a funny story:

     It's a beautiful evening and I am sitting in Nick's kitchen.  It's time for us (well...Nick) to bake some chocolate chip cookies in this home and mmm baby the dough is looking quite delicious!  It's just the two of us talking and laughing; having a great time. Nick picks up a delicate white egg then turns to me and says "you know an egg will never break no matter how hard you squeeze it?"  I look at him with my big, doubtful eyes, thinking to myself there's no way. 


     If there's one thing you need to know about Nick it's that he is a tease, so of course he is gripping that egg like it's the edge of a cliff he's about to fall off of.  I mean EVERY vein in his arm is tense and his muscles are bulging (quite attractively might I add).  I sit there laughing, knowing that he's faking it, except--as I soon come to realize--he's not faking. 


     Before I even had time to blink I hear a loud crack and all I can feel is wet, raw egg all over my hair, my face, my clothes, and--of course--in my mouth!!!  No, that can't be raw egg in my mouth!!  My first reaction is to bend over and spit the lovely stuff out onto his counter....embarrassing, yes...but not as embarrassing as it was for him to splatter an egg all over his new girlfriend and the kitchen; not to mention, he managed to keep himself completely egg free!  We sat there in complete shock for a minute before the laughter burst from the both of us!  Nick quickly grabs a towel and comes straight to me to wipe it up; he doesn't notice or care that it's all over the kitchen walls and floor.  In other words, I'm wiping it up off the floor while he's picking it out of my hair, and both of us are hysterical with laughter.  We were a lovely sight.

I guess Nick is a lot stronger than he thought!  Eggs will break if you squeeze them f.y.i.  I think he will remember that from now on!  I know I will; to this day he continues to get teased about it! From now on, I'll crack the eggs babe.