Someone asked me how I knew I loved him.

How do you know you've been in love?
Give me a real answer

I don't know.

I don't know if I really don't know if I'm trying not to remember.

Fair enough...
Although that's your second favourite response
Probably the latter.. I understand why

He made me a much better person. I used to be so angry. And when I was with him I came all the way down. You could throw a drink in my face and I'd still be at peace. I remember the first time I realized I loved him. We had spent the weekend at his house. Friday and Saturday. On Sunday evening we came to my house. He was dropping me off but I made dinner and we watched TV and we had sex and he took a nap and I woke him up to go home and he said he wanted to stay. And it was the 3rd day we would be spending together. All day. And I wanted him to stay and I realized I had never spent 3 consecutive days with anyone and not hated them by day 2.

And I had an anxiety attack and started crying because I knew I loved him then. Because I was willing to give up my solitude.

Probably not a very good reason.

But alone time is so important to me.

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