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.