Love.

I always knew you loved me. I've always loved you, too. I'm glad we're good. Glad we made nice. Because I've always thought you were hot and smart. And I always wanted for us to be okay. We're more than okay now. I guess I have to make sure I don't say something stupid, like "I love you," even though it's true. I'd probably start crying. I do love you, and it's intense. It's how I love a mother, maybe. I have so much love inside of me. That's becoming clearer every day.