We talked for a while and he asked what I had been doing.

"Working, what about you?"

"No I want to know more."

"Like what?"

"Like what you had for breakfast. What tv shows did you watch? What clothes did you wear? What made you laugh?"

"Really? You want to know all that?"

"Of course,"

I laughed and named off the things I could remember. When I finished I sighed.

"You know what's beautiful?" I asked leaning on the counter.

"You?" I giggled and blushed.

"That's not what I meant but thanks. In French, you don't really say 'I miss you' you say 'tu me manques'. Which is closer to 'you are missing from me'. I love that. 'You are missing from me'. You are apart of me , you are a essential part of my being. You are like a limb, or organ, or blood. I can not function without you." That was my way of telling him I loved him.

"Tu me manques," he said. I think that means 'I love you too'