Stranger

XVI.

Definitely my favorite chapter, fite me.

-ROSIE-

Please play: You are in Love - Taylor Swift

Bella pulled me by the wrist and demanded that I take her out on a date, I shook my head at how she's whipped for me the way that I was whipped for her too. I mean, choosing to go out despite your sleep being disrupted is something you would only do for the people that matters, right?

I followed behind her as if I was being hypnotized. It happens a lot, and at first I thought that I was being weird but now I understand, I understand that the reason why I feel like this towards her is because...

I am in love.

Yes, I am in love with the brunette Bella in front of me in her pj's and big hoodie.

And how does one knows if they're truly in love? How was one to differentiate being in love than being just in love with the idea of being in love?

Is the feeling the same with those butterflies in the stomach kind of thing you read in the books? Or those grand slow motion, future flashing, right in front of you kind of thing the way that you see in the movies?

Or is it maybe that usual saying that our elders tells us that goes like; "You just know."

And to those that still don't know what love truly is, let me tell you what it is based on what I feel.

Realizing that you are in love isn't grand unlike those that you see in the movies, or that detailed and romantic like in those books that you read.

And no, you just don't know it. It takes time for you to fully know, and acknowledging that you've fallen in love is what takes longer.

But I'm not those people who battles their inner selves and denies the fact that they are in love, because love is a luxury for me that I am incapable of probably feeling....

But not anymore... not when a pair of brown eyes filled with warmth and love is staring right back at me.

And how did I just know that I am in love?

This is reality, it isn't something out of the blue. In fact, it comes so subtly that you fail to notice it. Hence why in some people, they find being in love with someone a little too late.

Being in love is thinking about them randomly and finding yourself smiling at just the mere thought of them, whether it be on the quiet nights at 2 am or the busy afternoons at 3 pm. It's wanting to kiss those lips every time, to hold those cold, sweaty hands in instincts, and to feel that familiar body close to you as if it's your own.

It's wanting to take care, and protect them. It's the way that you wanted to walk beside them no matter how slow they walk, or the way that you would sit beside them in plain silence.

It's seeing a picture of them in your house, in your work, or in your phone and feeling something you can't describe. It's the way how you unknowingly hold your breath whenever they do something so usual, but find it worth fighting for.

It's the way how a time move too fast when you're with them, the way your shoulders brush and in one touch, you feel enough.

It's the way that you can hear it in the silence, the way that you can find it on your way home. The way that you can see it even with the lights out.

And I could go on, rambling for more and it's still wouldn't be enough. It's in the little things really, the little things that makes the grand gestures more appealing.