As it should be.
The first time you say "I love you", it's almost like magic. Before you say it, you hesitate, because it's never meant anything before and you're afraid to use it as if it was empty. Then you remember again why you needed to say it and suddenly your tongue finds the words. It's a struggle to keep the ocean of emotion you're feeling from pouring into it; you're saving that for later. Then it's over and everything is alright, and maybe better than that, and you hope it'll stay that way forever, just being so happy and full that nothing could ever bring you down.
I love you.
I love you.