I already mentioned that Emily was the first person to have ever told me that she loved me. Of course my family had been telling me that they loved me my whole life, but when Emily said it, it was different. I already mentioned, too, how I royally messed up the moment when Emily shared this with me.
It took several years for me to figure out why my failure of a response didn’t destroy the relationship I had with Emily. I have since come to recognize that when a woman tells you she loves you, it is generally advisable to say something–say anything!–other than Oh… That’s… Cool. She had put herself out on a limb and, at least in the moment, I hadn’t been able to do the same.
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