A Picture of Loves - Part 1

She had said it.

The words that had been making a deafening roar in her head for a months finally erupted into audible bliss. They had tried to find their way out for weeks through her eyes, through her elusive word choice, through the sheer quantity of correspondence, and through her actions, but they desperately, desperately had wanted to be voiced aloud.

"Maybe this would be easier if we knew how each other felt?" He had said.

"Of course it would not be easier!!!" she thought. Yet, how could she possibly deny him the answer to what he was truly asking, which was, "Do you? Do you know what it is I feel for you? Do you feel it too? Am I crazy!?"

"I love you," she had blurted. As the words hung on the cold air between them it seemed so obvious. Now the noise of the river was a deafening roar as she awaited his response.

"I love you," he replied.

There, it had been done. It was over, and the forbidden relationship had begun. No, not being together would not be easier if they knew how each other felt; it would be impossible. She leaned into him for warmth and realized the morning would come too soon and well before her eyes would sleep.