"I love you," I grin, feeling my eyes getting glossy, obscuring my vision. But I don't care. I keep going, even though he's asleep. "I've never stopped loving you," I tilt my head to the side, my voice coming in a whisper. "I love you so, so much."

Then I laugh quietly, my voice cracking in the end. "I miss you like crazy. You know, I'm kind of glad that I got stuck here with you. I'll probably go off and thank the truck driver that made us swerve off the road. Because... look at us. Right here in this car, we had the longest conversation we've ever had since last year."

It feels like talking to myself, but I go on. "You're so beautiful, Harry. Inside and out. Wherever you are in life, I just wish you all the happiness. I miss you. And I love you. I love you, I love you. I'm absolutely in love with you... Yeah, that's how I feel about you."

Silence. I sniff and reach to wipe my tears with the blanket covering me. But when I look up, a loud gasp is stuck in my throat when Harry's eyes are visible and wide open as ever. My lips tremble and I struggle for air. His eyes feel as if they're looking right into my heart and the words I just spilled, thinking he was asleep.

"You scared me-"

I'm not able to finish my sentence because in less than a second, Harry's hands are no longer folded across his chest; they're cupping my face entirely. His green jades bury deep down inside me in amazement and awe.

Then, gloriously, his pillow-like lips entwine with my own and our kiss is soft and tender; it speaks so many languages of desire and want and need. It speaks I-miss-you's and I-love-you's. I'm out of words when we pull apart, my eyes wide and clear with so many wonders and my heart is beating fast and hard against my ribcage that I worry it's drumming against the entire car.

Harry smiles, dimples and all. "That's how i feel about you."

And it's not long before I attach our lips again.