What are you thinking about?

He asked me what I was thinking about.
I couldn't. Too many thoughts ran through my head. I was happy. I was excited. I was tired. I was embarrassed. I was lost. I was...
in love.
He looked me in the eye and asked me again, "What are you thinking about?"
I looked him back in the eye and didn't say anything. I just buried my face in his chest and held him tightly.
He nudged me again and I looked up at him. I didn't want to say it.
I told him that it was too deep for him.
He made me anyways, so I said, "How much I love you."

The knowing smile flashed back and he held me closer. That was the root of my happiness, just being with him.