But I meant it.

I've never been so irrationally terrified for someone.  Salvio was going to meet me at the coffee shop.  And...
Just as I was writing that, he showed up.  Talk about irrational.  Me, I mean.  Last night, we were talking on FB and he asked if I'd gotten all my feelings sorted out yet.  I asked him why, had he?  He said yes, pretty much.  I told him yes, but I wanted to see his face when I told him.  So we met at chapel and skipped out.  Went to the music building.  He played piano, while I stared at my notebook and tried to think of something to draw.  I had so much nervous energy and nothing to do with it.  Finally I gave up drawing and started writing.  I don't remember everything I wrote, and I know that at the beginning I wasn't going to show it to him.  I remember the end - "... I think maybe I love you."  I decided to show it to him then.  I tore the page out of the notebook, handed it to him, and sat down on the piano bench with my hair falling over my face, waiting to find out how he would react.  I didn't see his face.  I wish I had.  But he came over, kissed me, and said, "Me too."
I can't believe how crazy I've gone over this guy.