The small scrap of paper fluttered to the floor as Jack gets up to go. I reach for it, catching only air. It leaves a whisper in the air as it falls and I pray that it will go unnoticed by him. It doesn’t. He turns, seeing it as it lands on the cool marble. My heart stops as he reaches for it, question in his expression. No! I shout in my head as his eyes skim the page. But I can’t say anything, I’m frozen. He looks up at me, smiling slightly. I take in a sharp jagged breath. Does he know? He takes the paper and slides it into his pocket. My heart starts beating again, harder than it ever has. I shut my eyes tight as he steps forward, scared that my little sliver of hope that I had was just a misconception of my own mind; that he would shun me. I feel a warm hand on my face, caressing me gently. And then…it’s gone. I open my eyes, watching him meld into the crowd, seamlessly. I close my eyes again, feeling his touch once more.

If I told you I love you, would you say you loved me back?