It was the way you always placed a period after you said I love you.
I love you.
I love you too.
It was always a period
Without excitement and without question.
As if there was never anything after that.
That it will always be.
As if it was always fact.
Like it will never be that you love me, but you will stop loving me someday.
Like it will never be that you love me, and it hurts.
It was the way you placed a period after I love you that told me it was written in the stars.