Four letters balance themselves, hanging precariously on the tip of my tongue.

A single syllable, firing in my mouth like a bottle rocket from tooth to roof.

Dare I say it?

One word that could make or break me.

Us.

I sigh a breath of air, full of silent screams. Begging myself not to.

One.

Two.

Three.  

Four little letters.

Love.



I love you.