forreal this time.

...as if it was yesterday
that I first knew what it felt like

to be loved.

That moment I knew,
that very moment when he left that dining chair in our dimly lit kitchen,
I immediately felt that emptiness inside,
the kind of feeling that makes you feel like nothing is complete

without the one you love.

I knew then immediately that when I first laid eyes on that very imprint he left,
the way our chair covers were now slightly disproportionate from when he got up
and when I felt his hand touched my shoulders
and the way my shoulders welcomed his touch

I felt complete.

That I knew then as I embraced his simple yet meaningful touch
that he was mine.
That smile that pierced the dim light of the kitchen,
that particular smile that smothered the room with warmth
on that one cold night of December,
I could feel then that he would be mine

forever.

Because it wasn't like any other.
This wasn't your "let's make love" smile, this was the
"let's make life, love and stress happen.
Let's live every unhappy moment together
and make it love."
And I was confident since then to say that

I was in love.