"Oh God. Yeah, you fucked up. Okay, advice time. Firstly, don't just suddenly tell someone you love them. Why? Because you don't know that. You might think you do, but trust me, you don't. Love is a word that's depreciated in value, that we overuse far too much."
His voice becomes a mocking caricature, gaining a squeaky, whiny quality to it.
"I love pancakes. I love music. I love what they did in that new Game of Thrones episode."
He sighs again, more pronounced before slipping back to his usual contralto.
"No, no you do not. You've known her for five days. Possibly less. That is not love. Love is when you've been together with someone so long you can list off all their damn problems off by heart. Love is when the hormones settle down and you have to face the fact that they aren't perfect. It's when you've had your arguments, your struggles, your drama and overcame it together but know there's still more to come. When you're with them not because you like it, but because you have to rely on them, to trust them, and you're willing to accept that, however begrudgingly, because they are the -only- one you can put so much in the hands of. When they are no longer you're whole world, but you'll still entrust them with it.
You do not love Clover. Clover does not love you.
And that's okay. You two have just met, there's still so much to go through. In the end you might find love, you might not. It's best to be honest about your feelings, but you can't just rush in like that without thinking. I know you wouldn't have said something without that little boost, but it's -crucial- you understand. Go apologize, explain you weren't thinking straight and that while you'd very much like to be with her, that you know it's too early to say. Then just go on as with before, after all, she'll know your feelings now at the very least, even if it was really awkward at first. The rest should come naturally, to her, at least. Just have patience, this isn't something you'd want to rush."