Monday, Dec. 29, 2003 | 9:51 PM

I feel like I must have been imagining it when he told me he loved me at the end of that phone call. I've been playing it over in my mind for the past fifteen minutes. Part of me wants to call him back and ask him if he really said that, but then again it doesn't matter. What matters is that I love him. I am lucky enough to love him. I am lucky enough to feel this way about this beautiful human being for whom I would do anything in the world. The fact that he loves me back is just more frosting on that devil's food cake.