I love you.

Those stupid three words.

Those are the three words I need to tell her.

I should do it at the training center.

She's always there.

Always.

I start to walk to the training center.

And of course, she's there.

I enter the building.

She's startled at the door closing.

She looked at me and huffed.

"Happy Birthday, Clove." I said.

"How'd you know?"

"I just know things."

I winked.

She continued to throw her beloved knifes at the targets.

"Clove." I said.

"What the hell do you want, pretty boy?"

"Ouch. Someone wake up on the wrong side of the weapons closet?"

She laughed.

"Big sixteen today."

She smiled.

"And I got these."

Her arm stretched to show new knives.

"Nice."

I put my hand on my neck.

"Why are you here, Cato?" she asks.

"To give you a birthday present."

She sighs.

I walk closer to her.

Finally she's in my reach.

"Happy Birthday, Clove."

I put my arms on her shoulders.

She looks confused.

I bent down and kissed her.

That's it.

I kissed her.

I melted into her.

And she melted back.

She dropped her knives and kissed my back.

She wrapped her arms around me.

And I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.

Her legs wrapped around my waist.

She pulled back.

And leaned her head on the wall.

"That was a damn good birthday present."

I laughed.

I kissed her once more.

Only more gently.

"I love you."

Those three words.

I finally said them.