I love you, but shhhhhhhhhh - don't tell

There was only one who had told her that he loved her. But she suspected others might have.  
The camp counselor. Soulful. Shy. Toned. Jock.
The older cadet.  The good -  big brother .  The bad - play boy.  Quaterback dated all the pretty girls while the little girl grew up.

The divorcing corporate lawyer. Horny. Drinker. Scholar. Mentor.
Harvard law student. Smart a hell. Came in her hand.

The crazy. Believed he controlled the weather. Wrote love letters via MySpace.
The thespian. Too caught up on Broadway to see what was playing on Madison.

There they were. And while thinking of them made her feel a certain richness, here she was. Loved by a handful, spoken by only one.

Never very good at math, she wondered, what does this add up to?