Don’t Reply

I love you so much, do me a favor baby, don’t reply. Cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it

-Limosine, Brand New

You tell her you love her on accident. It slips out somewhere between when you’re making out in the back of the movie theatre and when she’s naked under you gasping out little obscenities. 

That was not how you wanted to tell her. You wanted it to be special, but best laid plans and all that crap, right? That was not how you wanted to tell her, and now she’s staring at you like you have three heads.

You were sure she knew, she had to after nearly six months of dating. But then why is she giving you that look?

What you wouldn’t give to go back five minutes and just keep your mouth shut. 

Sure, it can slip out as easily as breathing, but are you ready for her response? 

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