confessions · happy

It slipped 

“I don’t hate you, I love you,” I said comforting him in response to his jest, the sounds sliding off my lips before I even knew what words they would form. The flow was uninhabited, unplanned, unexpected.
In reaction to their sound, I giggled guiltily, a little girl reacting to the admission of dirty words. As the moment raced by, I looked up at the mirrored wall and caught the end of his laugh in his reflection.