That moment

It started with a blink, a wordless hello.

A cursory glance amid a minty glow.

Words, like butterflies, flit on the wind, landing softly, elegantly,

on the curl of a smile.

We serve and volley, exchanging barbs, pleasantries, each clever thrust

parried by the other. A trail of conversations leading us down a path we feared to tread.

Moments thunder into moments. A storm of maybes and what ifs, of lingering fingers and

the fraying veil between what came before and what would become.

I remember the night when I knew. Knew the moment you stole my life away and would turn it into

something new. Something better.

We lay together, wrapped in sheets and each other, plotting, planning, scheming.

Exploring the best of each other and accepting the worst.

Content.

I watched the breeze flicking the blinds. A bored child with too much time,

playing with the boundaries of our dreams.

A whisper of streetlight carried on the breeze, catching your

face for an instant. Mesmerising and serene.

Your lips parted in a sigh, reminding me of a song I can’t remember the name of.

The air heavy with the scent of you.

Of promise and potential.

Of us.

I yearn to talk, to share all of myself with you, but

I let you sleep.

Instead, I listen to you breathe, listen to your heart and

watch as slivers of light flutter across you and smile.

That moment.

That’s when I knew you stole my heart. Stole my mind.

My everything.

Shattering my world.

That moment.

When life changed forever. From

laconic, platonic to tectonic.

When all I was melted away to become all I am today.

That moment.

When I finally knew.

For the first time.

When I knew that I loved you.