she read it this evening, wrote me back.

told me that it was great, but it made her cry.

that she really loves me.

talked to her, after i read it, told her i didn't mean to make her cry.

she said no, it's okay, it was happy crying.

i waited forever before she told me she was in love with me.

she didnt realize she hadnt told me, when i pointed it out to her. it made me happy, her saying she was in love with me.

because i knew, but she hadnt said.

but she said.

and... yeah.