And just like that, he had my heart;
To mold,
To cherish,
To break,
All at his disposal.
It crept up on me like sleep,
s l o w l y
then suddenly, all at once.
“I love you.”
The words poured out of me like spilt milk.
Silence . . .
Then stammering to clean up the mess I had made.
“I’m sorry.”
And my hand covered my mouth as if to take back what I had just said.
But, I really wasn’t sorry at all.
Not even a little bit.
I meant every word.
“I love you.”