come through

We were sitting in the benches outside the dorms on a Sunday evening late at night.

"There is something I need to tell you," I said.

"What," she asked. 

I made sure to choose the right words. 

"I like you."

"Aww," she said. "For real?"

"What you think I'm joking?"

"I believe you," she leaned her head against my shoulder. "What do you want to me say."

"I don't know you tell me."

"No you tell me."

"That you hate me?" I frowned. 

"I like you too."

And so it began on the early morning of October 14, 2013.