When I confessed
You progressed to tell me:
"When? When did you realize you loved me?"
I don't know about love,
Since love can mean so many different things,
But if you are talking about the time I realized I couldn't live without you,
About the times where my heart would flutter,
Little butterflies flying out of my rib cage,
About the strong urge to grab you,
The wall holding me back from you,
Thin as old pages
About how I fear your opinion of me,
About how the feeling to feel your arms around me to comfort me on rainy nights,
When there's no one else to comfort me
About how I want you to take my side, and I'll take yours,
Every time.
If you mean this, then yes.
Then I do "love" you.
"But," you ask, "when did you know you loved me?"
Well, how about this:
Do you know when the seasons change?
When it's summer or fall.
Spring or winter?
No. But you realize, at some point.
That it's suddenly warmer, or suddenly colder
Than before.
That is how I felt.
One day, as I was putting on my belt,
I missed you,
I realized I couldn't live without you,
So, I decided to write
To: You
