Please don't say you love me, cos I might not say it back

But it doesn't mean I don't love you. 

So you planned a fantastic 30th birthday for me. It was beautiful, romantic and magical. 

In spite of me almost making us missing the plane, some ridiculous awkward moments and lots of crazy relationship chat we made it through the weekend. 

He said he loved me. And sometimes I say it back. I mean it, and the more time i spend with him the more I'm getting attached. 

Maybe this is how it's meant to feel like. Warm, fuzzy and secure.