I realized we hadn’t said anything for about three minutes. We had just been standing in that kitchen, him leaning on the stove, me leaning on the counter opposite of him, two and a half months into our relationship. It hadn’t even been a particularly momentous day. But as I looked him in the eye, the words began to form autonomously. Then it happened. He said it. His words called up my words, and for twenty minutes we just stood in that kitchen saying over and over and back and forth, “I love you.”
Postscript: Two years later, we’ve just moved in together. We’ve both graduated from graduate school and are beginning to plan the rest of our life together.
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