Her voice was low, like a whisper. “I think I love you” she said, staring at me. I stayed silent for a few seconds, looking into her eyes. She has been a bitch to me ever since I met her, every time she wasn’t around or when she was with me in public. But she was also a totally different person when she was with me in the comfort of intimacy. This was the first time she finally let her feelings show into words, yet I knew -and so did she- those feelings were there from the first time we were together. “I think I love you too” I said and embraced her. We cried and cuddled for half hour, skin with skin, still warm and sweaty after the last time we made love. Then she was gone and never came back to my bed.