It took me a long time to realise what I really felt for you, to look deep into me and find out what you made me feel. It took me almost a year until you came back and my heart felt full again when I saw you. It had been so long since I saw you last, and oh, god, I missed you more than words can explain.
It took me a few weeks to realise how much I adored every single thing in you, how much of you I wanted and how much I missed you all the time, how much I misses you even when you were right in front of me. It took me a few weeks to understand the feeling that grew inside me when you walked in, to understand what I felt and why. In fact, I don't even know if I've understood yet.
It's been a year and a half, and I can't put myself back together to understand all of this. I can't explain why, or when it all started. It must've been the first day I saw you. I can remember it so clearly it hurts my fucking head every night. I can't explain why my whole existence shakes when you enter that door, or why you appear in my thoughts with every stupid love song I listen to.
It took me a long time to realise I was too innocent, or too young, or too inexperienced to love someone as much as I loved you. But it took me less than a minute to fall in love with you.
