Eyes unfaltering, she replies swiftly, “I love you too of course.”
I wince at how dense she is, “No... No, Yuzi... That’s not what I mean.”
Tilting her head in confusion, “What else could it mean? I love you means I love you, doesn’t it?”
I finally taste the blood from my bleeding lip, “You’ve always been dense, haven’t you?”
“Hm?”
(Progressively gets louder). “I love you as in I want to go out with you, I want to get married to you, I want to spend all my lovely memories with you, I WANT to grow old and DIE with you! I. Love. You.”
I wince at how dense she is, “No... No, Yuzi... That’s not what I mean.”
Tilting her head in confusion, “What else could it mean? I love you means I love you, doesn’t it?”
I finally taste the blood from my bleeding lip, “You’ve always been dense, haven’t you?”
“Hm?”
(Progressively gets louder). “I love you as in I want to go out with you, I want to get married to you, I want to spend all my lovely memories with you, I WANT to grow old and DIE with you! I. Love. You.”
I then get a deep sickening visceral feeling, so deep and guttural like I’ve gone through centuries of torture. I’m on the verge of crying; breaking into pieces and falling through to the abyss. Biting my lip hard till it bleeds a bit without my knowledge I look straight into her soft blue honest eyes, “I... love you.”