I love you.

Whispered the wind.

It for sure carried a conversation,

It couldn't be meant for her.

I love you.

Whispered the handwritten letter.

She had probably misread the faded words.

I love you.

Whispered her mother,

As she kissed her cheek and bid her goodnight.

I love you.

Whispered her father,

As he tucked her under the covers and wished her sweet dreams.

I love you.

But she never believed it,

Could never believe it when it came from someone else's mouth,

She couldn't fathom such thoughts.

I love you.

Said the text message.

They were obviously playing her.

I love you.

She heard in a song dedicated for her.

The radio station must have confused the track.

I love you.

Whispered the sea.

As its waves gently crashed into a continuously soaked shore.

This is how much I love you,

It whispered.

As much as the bottomless ocean,

And the never ending sky.

As much as the Galaxy,

With its infinite stars.

As much as a rainbow,

With its bright colors;

The promise of warmth.

I love you.

A tight smile. She lives in denial.

"I love you, too."

This, she meant, and believed in wholly.