Liar Liar

I'm trying to let you know just how much you mean to me

Frank's face was blank.
Devoid of emotion.
Stoney.

He looked like a statue.

His fingers found mine and he pulled me over to the couch.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.

"How do you know you love me?"

I didn't answer right away.
Answering meant talking about feelings.
Something I had never done before.

"Because...," I started, slowly forming the words, "...because of the way you make me feel. When I look at you my heart flutters and jumps."

I stopped, unsure if I should continue.
I looked at Frank for some hint of emotion.
But he gave me none.
So I continued.

"I haven't known you for very long, but I don't need to. I feel like I know everything about you. I know every detail of your face. Every sparkle of gold, every fleck of green in your eyes. I know the shape of you lips..."

Frank's face was still blank.
But he stared at me.
Intently.

"I'd do anything to make you smile," I whispered.

Frank smiled.

But I looked away.

"Autumn?" He said as he placed his hands on top of mine.

I looked back at him.

"Yes?"

"I think I love you too."

There's nothing left to do but prove myself to you