What I felt I should write about love.
Love is actually a difficult thing to write about! I mean I feel it so deeply everyday but when it comes to expressing it in words that make sense I get gibberish and garbage.
2. Love
I remember exactly when I told you I loved you. Okay not exactly. Not even roughly. Scratch that, but I remember where we were and what we were doing. It wasn't a planned moment, but it felt so right to say it to you.
I think we might have been going out some months; I'm not good with numbers, however you already know that. But I remember we were in town, don't know what for, but I remember I had to go to Wilkinsons for a few bits, so we made a bit of a day of it, decided to have a look in a few other shops.
I also remember that you insisted on carrying the bags, full of stuff I had bought. It was the first time we'd been out properly I think, together, in a shopping situation, and I was so taken aback by this silly little act of gentlemanly way it nearly made me cry with happiness. But I buried it, just in case you weren't ready, I really didn't want to scare you off with my ridiculous acts of Love.
We got to Wilkinsons and I had found and paid for what I needed (probably wall filler and spray paint) and as we were leaving I remember I just sort of blurted it out. I was happy, and I could feel my heart bursting with pride, wanting to declare to you that I loved you. And I did. I think it might have come out a little fast and rushed, and I think I probably blushed. But you smiled, took my hand (with your free one, for you now had another bag of mine to carry) and said you loved me back too and that you had wanted to say it to me for a very long time, but you were worried I would be scared by your ridiculous acts of Love.
I wouldn't have been and never will be.
OK. Half a Heart. Pinky Promise.
(For those intrested, this is the DeviantArt group I found 100themeschallenge.deviantart.com)
I'm currently doing Variation 2 as I preferred more of their Themes.)
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