"We need to talk." I told Jordan.
"About what?" she asked confused, looking worried.
"Everything." I replied. She suddenly looked really scared and she gasped, taking a step back. "No, no, I'm not breaking up with you!" I cried suddenly, realising how much it sounded like I was. She let out a deep breath and looked relieved. She smiled and took my hand. We sat back down on the sofa.
"Jordan, your nightmares.." I started.
"What about them?" she asked.
"Tell me. I know you're scared. Talk to me."
She sighed, " I did research, some people say dreams can predict the future-"
I cut her off, "Jordan stop! What happened in your nightmares will never happen ever! You must know that! I'll never let anything come between us, ever!" I told her, making sure she knew.
"But w-what if-" she started, I put my finger to her lips.
"Jordan, you know when we were in the coffee shop and I was about to tell you something? Remember when I shouted something out in the hospital as you were going to surgery? Well Jordan," I took both her hands tightly and looked deeply into her eyes, "then, now, since I've met you, I've wanted to say," I took a deep breath in.
"I Love You."