He told me he loved me first. And i told him i loved him, and even if i wasn't sure i did, i felt it common courtesy to say it back. And maybe that was wrong of me, but then i slowly began to realize that i loved him with of all of my being. i loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, the way his smile would bring a warmth to my chest which reminded me of lazy summer afternoon, the way that he made me feel beautiful and strong even when i didn't believe it myself. i fell in love a little more each day. And by the end, i felt that the words 'i love you' didn't even come close to expressing what i felt for him.