“Going Home”


He was driving me home after a wonderful day together. It was late at night, and we rode in silence, both of us grinning to ourselves in the dark. He pulled up in front of my house, put the car in park, turned, and gazed right into my eyes for what seemed like forever. Then we kissed goodnight and I got out of the car and went inside, feeling like my bones were made of a beautiful warm liquid.


Postscript: He called me as soon as he got back home and said, “There’s something I need to say to you, but I don’t want to freak you out.” I said, “I think I know what it is.” And I did. We exchanged our first I love you’s that night.

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