Dear T,
I really really really hope you don't ask me tomorrow if I love you. I'm good at lying by omission, less so when I'm asked a direct question. Though, hm, I guess I managed OK yesterday with the whole, "What made you think I was out of town?" thing, but that answered applied last time you went out of town when I had no idea where you were. I suppose if you ask, I could go with a therapist-y answer of "How would you define love?" Because I'm starting to wonder if maybe I just define love differently than other people, like more loosely, which is why it's freaked out various people in my life...
LT