Those Times I Said I Loved You (And the Time I Wished I Had)

The first time I said I loved you was a night I’ll never forget. You insisted we drive to a place you passed on your way home that day, and you were so excited I couldn’t possibly say no. It was a cliff edge, of sorts, with a gorgeous view of the entire city. The stars were beautiful, but never as beautiful as you. Your blue eyes twinkled as we sat against the front of your car, you cold arms wrapped securely around my waist and it just slipped out.