We were laying in bed right after watching "The Ring," and he was holding me close...so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He had his arms wrapped around me so tight that I almost felt like I couldn't breathe, yet, it was a good kind of suffocation. It was cute, because I knew that the movie had scared him. He told me that me being there made him feel safe. I told him that he was safe with me, and I meant so much more by that statement.

I felt his hand graze across my face.

"You are so beautiful. I think you're so amazing. I heart you."

I couldn't even respond. The words were trapped in my mind. I wanted to thank him, and I was thankful...because I felt the exact same way about him.

For me, saying "I heart you" has always been the step prior to saying "I love you." Everything about this guy convinces me that he's in love with me. He doesn't even need to say it to me. It doesn't even matter that it's only been a couple months. There's an unspoken feeling lingering there. I can tell by the way he touches me, the things that he says to me, the way he holds onto me like he never wants to let me go, how he craves me. It's not to get me into bed...it's not like that at all. We aren't even that sexually active. We have developed something so much more meaningful than that...even in this short span of time. I am so grateful for that, too. It's nice to have a relationship that isn't completely centered around sex. It feels so much more fulfilling to just be able to spend everyday with someone, have them hold you, and not have to be physically intimate. Perhaps this is all a projection on my part. I know that I'm falling fast and hard...and I would love to be able to tell him that, but timing is everything. Nothing makes me happier than being in his arms, laying with him in bed, and feeling his breath across my face.

Morrissey--Smiths