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"What made you fall in love with her?"
It sounds like such a simple question.
And yet, I've never known how to answer it.
How do you explain loving someone when it wasn't one particular moment, one particular quality, or one particular memory that made you choose them? How do you put an entire person into a handful of words without leaving something important behind?
This poem is my answer to that question-or perhaps, my inability to give one.
It is about a love that grew quietly through countless little moments, became attached to the ordinary, and eventually became too vast for a single explanation.
Because sometimes, the most honest answer to a question about love is not a reason at all.
It is the feeling itself.