3 words 8 letters

It was the way he looked at her.

Like he knew she was the answer to all his problems, the missing puzzle piece, the one who could decipher the key.

It was the way he pressed his lips against her heavenly features.

Ever so gently, one on the tip of her button nose, and one on her forehead as he caressed the nape of her neck with one hand and her cheek in his other. Skin to skin contact made his soul jump.

It was the way he cackled when she was around.

The adolescent boy in him came out to play whenever she told her charismatic jokes. The carefree and relaxed side of him would seep through his introvert shell.

It was the way she made him feel tranquil.

World War III may have been in the works at his parents, and he may have been "in between jobs", and he even may be neglecting his school work so much that it effected his future. He may not have a plan on what to do with his life, but when he was with her all of it seemed acute. All he saw was her in this beautiful universe. Not even the biggest most prettiest star could compare.

It was the way he loved her.

The fiery pit in his stomach only grew stronger everyday. Hearing himself speak those words to her made him want to collapse.

"3 words.. 8 letters.. say it and I'm yours."

But it was the way she said it's over that affected him the most.

Tell me what's worse, not being able to eat a solid meal because of the wrenching pain that's stuck like tar on your heart making it feel like you're suffocating or not being able to sleep because you can't find a section of your pillow that isn't damp from your tears and snot?