I don’t remember the moment I fell in love with you.
I remember feeling at peace,
Sitting on your couch while you picked out a movie,
burying my toes in the back of your legs.
I remember bringing you coffee every morning,
and sipping it in silence as sunrise lit the room.
I remember falling asleep beside you
while you scrolled on your phone,
And how, for the first time,
I didn’t feel the need to take a peek at your screen.
People talk about falling in love like it’s a grand moment—
A sweeping gesture or a sudden, overwhelming realization.
Maybe that’s where I made my mistake with us.
Because with you, it wasn’t a moment.
You were just there,
A stranger who became my best friend,
And then somehow became someone
I couldn’t imagine my life without.
The truth is, I didn’t fall in love with you.
I learned to love you.
I learned to love you in spite of your pain,
In spite of your temper, your age, your doubts.
I loved you in the quiet, steady way
That feels like home rather than fireworks.
And now, you tell me you love me.
You tell me you care about me,
That we could’ve been a great team.
But you’re not in love with me – you wish you could be.
And I wish I could tell you that it’s too late for falling in love.
That those feelings are fleeting,
and once the butterflies are gone,
what’s left is the love we built in their place.
But I know you need to figure this out on your own.
And I really hope you do.
