Remember when you said you loved me.
It came out apropos nothing, just a simple statement amidst an onslaught of silly ones.
We might have been in an argument.
But you said it and it was there, hanging in the space between us for a few tangible moments before we dissolved into laughter yet again.
It was there.
Maybe you didn't mean it, maybe it was just a flippant remark appropriate for only that moment. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, a revelation, or something you've been keeping under wraps for a while. Maybe it is the last one. Maybe that's what I'm afraid of.
But it was there and for a moment there were so many possibilities for the future that I had to brush off in self defense. To save us both.