Do you remember, when we were seventeen years old? Do you remember that datenight we had, celebrating our second aniversary?

We both hated celebrating such cliché dates, much like Valentines day, because we already liked each other every other day of the year, why only like each other on a few 'special' occasions.

I know I'm saying liked, because before that day that was ecxactly the case. We were inlike with each other. We were so awkwardly cute, it's disgusting.

But back to what I was saying. Do you remember that day?

I do, we said our I love you's after months of biting our tongue. Neither of us wanted to say it first, but that evening the will to bite my tongue any longer just wasn't there, and apparently you thought the same.

"Lou, I want to tell you something."

"I want to say something as well, Haz."

"Let's say it at the same time then."

"Okay."

1.

2.

3.

"I love you."

We were perplexed, staring at each other shocked for about a second before laughing the hardest we ever did before. The whole restaurant was looking at us, but we didn't care, afterall we were happiest we could be and nobody could drag us down at that point.

That evening, we slept over at your house, your mum was out with mine and they trusted us together, always had and probably always will. They say they shipped us before we could even talk properly.

Anyway, god, that evening.

We made love.

Three simple words and even though it was another first for us, it was so great. Just love and passion, and I remember, clear as day, I could just feel your love for me. I bathed in your love.

I love you.