He loves me.
I know that. I feel it.
I feel it with every smile he would play on his lips whenever I came into the room.
I feel it every time his hand reached out to hold mine so he could pull me closer and hold me in his arms.
I feel it every time his lips touched my skin.
I feel it with every conversation we had about our future and how he would make sure I would be in his.
It's scary.
Because I know this feeling I have right now, his love for me, would just be something of the past.
Something I would look back to. Something I felt because at the time...
He loved me.
