He slammed the door, hard. I stood there, watching his briefcase fall from his hands, and wondered what had made him shout those three words at me. All I had done was greeted him with a, "Hi babe! What's up?" As soon as I said that, he slammed the door to my apartment with a smile on his face and hugged me. He repeated those three words, shouting once again. "I love you!" Then a little quieter, he said, "I forgot to call you last night. I just want you to know I love you." It was such a perfect moment, my fairytale come true. Wrapping my arms around him, I felt his arms tighten around my waist. I breathed in the crisp, clean winter air that was still lingering on his coat. There really was no need for him to shout. After all, his mouth was right next to my ear. A low husky whisper would have sufficed. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him, I'd like to be able to hear him say he loves me every day. But hey, this was not the time to worry about my old-age hearing. I smiled and responded to him with a whisper in his ear.