We were sitting on the couch and his arm was laying on my shoulders. It was quiet. As always.
‘Hey’ he said.
‘Hey’ I looked at him.
‘It’s hard that I can speak only English huh?’ he started to play with my hair and I could feel his breath.
‘No. It just means that I should think before say something’ I smiled.
He kissed me.
‘So you have the advantage’
I grinned.
‘No actually. You always know what you want to say. But I always choose my words’
‘So am I’
‘What do you mean?’
He shrugged his shoulders. Wow. He had just adopted my habit. I felt stupidly happy.
‘Nothing special. It seems I often say something foolish because I’m nervous a bit’
‘Why?’
He took a deep breath.
‘Okay’
‘What?’ I was confused.
He got up from the couch and knelt down in front of me, took my hands in his.
‘I love you’
The world immediately disappeared for me. I was astonished. I could see only his face and nothing else.
Now I understand what “English isn’t my mother language” means. My mouth opened and closed a few times, but there wasn’t any sound.
Three simple words. Or at least two, but I completely forgot them.
‘Say something’ he asked.
I blinked. Yeah.
‘I love you, but..’
‘But?’
‘But it’s not enough to explain my feelings’
His body relaxed and I got that he had been relieved.
‘You have two languages to explain it’
‘Three actually’
I hugged him.
Even three languages weren’t enough.