closer to when we started,
one quiet afternoon, we're laying down and you ask,
"are you sure you like me, or do you like the way i make you feel?"

i think about the difference and your reason for wondering, and say,
"well, anyone important to me makes me feel good to be around them. i like you and how you make me feel."

you think about my answer and say "that's fair,"
in the tone you always have when we talk about us,
gentle and kind-hearted.

you were okay with my answer,
but when the conversation plays back in my head months later,
i think my answer was honest,
but i wish it could have been then
that i decided to say

"don't worry, i love you."