We were in the park (I’d wanted to go to the park). We sat in the crisp October air - the evenings were that special October-crisp though it was only the last week in September – sitting closely on the park bench. We had already been together a month, at the same time we had already been at school one month. We both felt homesick, though I had been home the last weekend (which was actually yesterday as this was only Monday) and would be returning home the coming weekend for “October Break” (which was that Friday, Saturday, and Sunday). He was unable to get a bus ticket to go home, but the weekend after was Family Weekend, so he would see his family then. He’d come home with me that last weekend to meet my family and observe the dairy farms and apple orchards of Upstate New York. Everything went wonderfully and my family (especially my father and great grandmother who resides with us) approved of him, and he'd gotten along with my peculiar family.

We sat it the brisk air as the sun began its accent. He kissed me on the mouth with cold lips that warmed my soul.

“I’ve never felt this way about anybody before” he said.

“I thought I did but I was young and stupid, but I feel it now” I thought as he kissed me again.

“I’ve never been able to tell anyone this much about me, I’ve never trusted anyone like this before” he said almost whispering it into my reddening ear.

“you’re one of the only people I do trust” I said before he kissed me again, feeling the awkward need to participate and let him know he meant all that to me too.

“Good. I really care about you”

He kissed me before I could return my affection verbally. We kissed for another long moment that was over too quickly. His glass-blue eyes gazed into my own deep-brown eyes. He kissed me quickly again.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is” he paused briefly to bring his lips closer to my own, to breathe life into me with the words I longed to hear and had been expecting to hear, “I love you”.

I kissed him fiercely to hold back the emotion swelling in my eyes. I had heard this before, but this time I believed it. I’d never felt it more. They weren’t just words being said to inform; they were being confessed to heal my heart in the way it needed to be healed. We kissed for a long time.

“I love you too” I finally told himafter the most passionate kiss I’d ever received. It felt good to say and even better to feel. I knew that this was honest love, that I was truly in love. It’s easy to say words, but to feel them and believe them is truly the meaning behind them. Lies are created by words, truth is created by feelings. We kissed until the sun sank, both knowing the others truths.