I thought I had Love figured out.
A word tossed in the wind, friends, family, coworkers.
I was that kind of girl, the love everyone and everything she sees kind of girl. Voice like pure honey with a smile that you had no choice but to be happy around. Complimenting strangers on the street , pointing out every little thing in life.
"Your freckles are so cute!"
"I love that dress it's definitely your color!"
"Your glasses are so cute!"
"I love your haircut!"
"Look at the cows!!"
"This flower is so beautiful look!!"
"The sunset is gorgeous tonight!"
But I didn't know what love really was. Not the kind of love they spoke of in movies. That click. Knowing you love this person more than anything.
Until he came around.
I was loud with my love, screaming it from the rooftops, falling a little for every person I met creating a spot in my heart for them. My heart was so full of love that is drowned me if I didn't let it out.
It was different with him. I didn't feel the need to scream my love because for the first time someone showed me how to love quietly. People ask all the time "how do you know if someone loves you if they never say it?"
Easily if you know what you're looking for. If you're open to seeing love from someone else's eyes because he never had to say it. He never had to go to the top of the roof and scream off the side how much he cared. He didn't need to let that love eat him alive until he could feel nothing but it because he showed his love every second.
The way he opened every door for me.
The gentle pull towards him when around other people.
The way I was always his center of attention.
The way he made sure I took care of myself.
How he pushed me to grow to better myself for me.
I knew he loved me before he even opened his mouth to utter those three little words. I didn't need to hear them to understand he cared.
