A Bitter Pill

Is This Love?

How would I know if it's love and not a mere fascination?

Is it when he remembers my birthday or when he constantly remind me to take my pills?

What about if he tells me he loves me?

Does it mean I love him too?

He would always buy me chocolates because he knows how much I love eating them.

Even if it's against my diet. But who cares?

Last night, I slept earlier than him.

I woke up to his message saying how much he wants to lay beside me and whisper his love to me.

My morning instantly became a good one. A really good one.

I ate my breakfast as I read another text he sent.

Eat well, my Love. I'll see you later.

My heart skips a beat.

This feels like a dream. But it wasn't a dream.

It is my reality.

I went to pick my pumps in the rack and I saw a post-it note beside it.

You'll look good on these, Love. Wear it :)

I smiled as I wore it.

I walked out of my house.

The October wind gently brushes my skin.

Is this love?