Scene 10/22

"Don't say that. I love you."

"Ok"

"Ok? What does that even mean, ok?"

"It means I accept, I guess. I don't want to argue"

"You don't think I love you?"

"I think you care for me, I wouldn't be here otherwise. But I don't know what you mean when you say love."

"What I mean? I mean that...well just that, that I love you. You can't describe it its just a feeling."

"That's the difference."

"I wish you'd just speak plainly for once, its frustrating when you do this."

"Fine. If you won't let it go I'll do my best. You say you can't put words on love because its a feeling and I say you feel that way because you haven't sat with it and tried. Because its not bigger than you are. Its something you can feel in the moment and walk away from in another. That's not how it is for me. Even when I wanted desperately to walk away I couldn't. I had to look it in the face every day and know exactly what it meant. Every blessing and every sacrifice gone over and over again. If I was blind tomorrow I could sculpt your face by feel alone and probably would just to know your every smile and frown that much better. When I say I love you, I mean all of that and more and I do it knowing that when you say it you haven't given it a second thought. I know you care for me, I've never doubted that, and I'm not asking you to change who you are. I'm not asking you anything at all. But there are times when you say I love you and look at me like you're waiting for some kind of forgiveness. As if I hadn't already forgiven you everything long before, as if the words were a spell, and its hard to see just how vast the distance between my heart and yours is sometimes."