I can't really pinpoint the exact
moment I knew I loved you. Maybe it
was when we met and you were the only
person to look me in the eye. Maybe
during one of the many annoying
touches and shoves you often give me, I
suddenly realized I liked it. Maybe it
was when I looked over and happened
to catch your eye from across the room.
Maybe it was when you were
uncharacteristically quiet and sweet
when my head was too loud. Maybe it
was when you put your arm around her
waist, still joking with me like
everything was normal. Maybe it was
when I was alone and I thought of you.
Maybe it was when I was crying and my
friend sent a snapshot of you, lifting
the pressure from my chest. Maybe it
was when I first felt that warm squeeze
in my chest when I thought of your
hands. Maybe it was when I woke up
from a dream of you and couldn't
breathe. Maybe it was when I tried to
picture your face when my hands
grasped your shoulder and my lips
pressed to your cheek. Maybe it was
just there all along. Maybe the stars in
the universe were just right at two am
on a normal day. Maybe.
                                           M.C.M