He Love Me...

You love me especially different every time
You keep me on my feet happily excited
By your cologne, your hands, your smile, your intelligence
You woo me, you court me, you tease me, you please me
You school me, give me things to think about
Invite me, you ignite me, co-write me, you love me, you like me
Incite me to ...
You're different and special
You're different and special in every way imaginable
You love me from my hair follicles to my toenails
You got me feeling like the breeze, easy and free and lovely and new
Oh when you touch me I just can't control it
When you touch me, I just can't hold it
The emotion inside of me, I can feel it

"He Love Me" -Jill Scott


Last night he called back...to tell me that he loved me. Stated simply.

Drunken confessions count, I took a poll ...even more so, as we all know alcohol is liquid courage...
Tonight, I got another call...just because he was thinking of me. We agreed it feels like a long time...not just two weeks. I know he loves me. I knew he did before he even said it yesterday. His actions speak volumes.
I woke up this morning..checked my caller id to make sure it wasnt a dream....
It wasnt.
I waited four years just to talk to him, its almost been a year since that day. During one of our heated moments, we were arguing about how we feel. Not arguing but rather, admitting...
He asked me then did I love him? I confessed, "yes"...he asked why I hadnt told him before...I replied that he hadnt told me how he felt..or if he loved me either..he whispered..
"since the first day I saw you"