My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding. I didn’t know if I could get the words out.
I love you.
I practiced it in my head.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
It got a little easier.
I don’t want to live without you.
How do you tell the one your heart belongs to that you want to belong to them for all of your days left under the sun? Do the nerves ever pass?
I still get butterflies when she reminds me that she’s in love with me. My heart still smiles when she looks my way. My hands still get clammy when I remember spending my life with her.
It’s worth it.
Until next time,
Daily prompt: Confess