There are reasons why you're still a good thing and this is one of them.

I texted you first and even though I said that my car was backed into in a parking lot you called me the second you got that message. You didn't even think.

I said hello and you went, "You okay?"

Didn't even think.

And then we were getting off the phone and you said you loved me and I responded and then there was a pause and your voice got quiet. And you said, smally, hesitatingly, vulnerably,

"Love you."

I know. I really do.

Don't think I don't know that you got scared because I do. I was in a car that someone hit and even though it was less than a fender bender, you couldn't stand the thought of me being remotely close to hurt.

But also don't think that I don't feel exactly the same way about you. Right now I don't even care whether or not I should feel that way, but I do.

"I meant the kind of beauty that consumes another person. It's a surprise that you're so beautiful and that your heart is swung wide open."