HOW I KNEW I LOVED HIM
I used to think loving someone happened slowly and gradually, like building a Jenga tower one piece at a time. But realizing you are in love isn't the act of placing the final block on top. It's the rush of the tower falling down.
- •My name sounded different when he said it, somehow more beautiful and sure.
- •He made universal things seem intimate and personal. Lyrics and humor and my favorite characters reminded me of him. He was a manifestation of art.
- •I could listen to him tell stories about his day for hours. He captured my attention more fully than any of my friends who I already admire and adore
- •Seeing him starting to smile made me do the same. His laugh triggered my laughter.
- •Whenever he remembered small details about me I could feel joy in my stomach and veins. It's warm yet gives you chills.
- •I brainstormed reasons to talk to him, to be close to him. Like most brainstorm sessions the ideas were often outlandish and silly, yet I carried them out just to see him.
- •Talking about him became hard. Writing poetry became easier.