He told me he loved me after about two months.
Interesting coincidence: I had spent the entire night trying to pluck up the courage to tell him that I loved him, but never managed, and then he told me the next morning how he felt. Once he told me, I lost any inclination I had to tell him. At the time, I was struggling with his tendency to move too quickly, fall in love “too often” and too fast. I was having a very hard time with the idea that I was just yet another girl he claimed to have fallen for. I didn’t want to follow the same path that he took with his exes.
I had only been in love once before and I admit that I thought myself a bit superior to him because I felt like, since I didn’t fall in love with every guy I was in a relationship with, I was “better” for not tossing the “I love you” around like bird seed. I felt like, because I took my time, my “I love you” meant more because it hadn’t been diluted.
It’s crazy, I know. And TOTALLY egotistical. But I was worried. I was afraid that he was just rushing into things again because he liked being in love, liked having those feelings for someone, and that it would fizzle pretty quickly, like the other times. His “I love you” made me question a lot of things. And so I asked him questions. We have always been very candid with each other, and I had never appreciated it more than when he was willing to discuss with me how this was different from the other times. He let me dissect the situation because he understood that I needed to know, to be sure of certain things, otherwise I would likely get spooked and run. Shut him out. I knew my history, and so did he, and he helped me work through it all.
Three weeks later, I was on a trip with my mom to DC, right before Christmas. He watched my dogs for me the whole time and when I got back (on Christmas Eve), I wanted to see him and I wanted (even more so, I admit) to see my dogs. So I went home, showered, packed a bag and then went to his place. And when I saw him, everything just fell into place. I kissed him and couldn’t let go. One thing led to another, and just as we were about to get down to it, I said, “Hey, wait. Wait a minute. Look at me. I love you.” And that was that. He is everything I have ever needed in a man, in a lover, in a friend, and I am so damn lucky to have found him.