I don't want just red lights. I want more of these nights.

Note: Do not read the following if love makes you gag.

Memory numero dos.

(Again, this is multiple memories strung together, but they're all collusive.)

George and I were saying our "goodnights" one night. We were quiet and out of nowhere he said, "I love you." I told him I loved him too. He was so shocked. It was the first time we had said it. He looked at me and said, "You know, that's not the first time I said that to you..." And, yeh, I did. One night we were talking on the phone. We were about to say goodnight when he said, "Just a sec" and put me on hold. Then he came back and said "Well, I hafta go. Bye. 'Night, love you" and hung up right away. I just sat there completely stunned because we had only been dating for a little over a week. I called Katelyn and was like "What's it mean? Isn't it too soon? Did he really mean it or did he just let it slip? If he did mean it, why did he hang up right away?" etc, etc. So, talking about it later after our initial ILYs, apparently he put me on hold because his mom wanted to talk to him before she went to bed, then when she went to bed he said "'Kay, 'Night, love you." Then, his sister was going to bed and he said the same thing to her, so he said it out of repetition. After he said it, he realized what he had said and didn't know what to do, so he just hung up as fast as possible. So, yeh.
And he thinks he's all special because he (accidentally) said ILY first. Well, he's not. In the first couple of days of us dating, I was leaving his house one night and as I was walking to my car, he yelled out the door "Goodnight!" and I said "G'night, lo-" and mumbled the rest. Again, it was one of those habitual things because when my parents go to bed, I always say "'Night, love you."