"I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."
"That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something."
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear.
"Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you."
I laugh a little. "Then you should know better."
"Fine," he says. "Then I love you."

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

"I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

"Augustus," I said.

"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

I love you,” he says, and the fact that he doesn’t makes it true.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

فقد يتعب الحب فينا من الانتظار
ويمرض لكنه لا يقول

He'd fallen in love slowly and quietly, and it was a quiet sort of love, full of phrases left unsaid, laced with dreams.

In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Being in love shows a person how he ought to be.

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

She would love it. Just as he loved her. He paused for a second, his fingers touching the door handle. He was in love. The realisation came to him quite suddenly.

Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius,je crois que j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous.

No, I'm not sad
And though I say nothing
I want to talk.
I'm waiting for you to smile
Then I'll smile too
And we can begin.
Are you like me?
Does it go on forever
Waiting to smile?