On the first night we spent alone together, we rented old cheesy movies, had Chinese food, and talked forever. In the morning, he looked at me in the eye, held my face, and kissed me like I have never been before. He paused for a moment and said “I love you” with such conviction. I knew right then that I felt the same way, but since the relationship was still so new, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Postscript: That was almost seven years ago, and I still get that same feeling when I think of that moment.