I always kind of picture the moment. We’re lying in bed, side by side, and it’s after a good while of silence. You start to snore a little bit. I’m scared and still waiting, time ticking.
“Babe,” I start. Finally.
Half awake, back still turned away from me… you manage, “Yes, babe?”
I hesitate. A lot. But in a few minutes, which feels like eternity, I whisper.
“Babe, I think I love you.”
I don’t know what comes next. I only hope.