I realized I liked you when
our eyes met then I immediately
looked away as if it was the first time
I laid my eyes on you.
I realized I liked you when
I made a list of things we could
talk about but ended up blanking out
when I started talking to you.
I realized I’ve fallen for you when
we were in a concert and you
accompanied me throughout the night.
I knew my heart was pounding not from
the loud speakers but from you
being so close to me.
I realized I’ve fallen for you when
I got nervous and you held my hand,
comforting me with no words said;
contented with how our fingers
interlaced with one another.
I realized I loved you when
I started writing about you and
our happy moments that now have
turned into memories.
I realized I loved you when
I turned you into poetry.
I do have feelings for this person but because I'm being careful not to conclude that "it's love" easily, I kept denying to myself that I 'might' do... until I started writing for and about her and had turned her my muse.