i could tell you were in love** because you started showing up more often and I could tell you were in love because you sat in a different seat then you usually did and i could tell you were in love by the way you bit your lip for a moment before reminding yourself to stop and I could tell you were in love because you entered the room with the most bashful smile on your face and your hands were shaking a little bit and there was a tint of pink on your cheeks and I could tell you were in love because you started to change yourself; the way you dressed, the way you did your hair- and i couldn't understand why you were trying to change something that was already so perfect to begin with and I could tell you were in love by the way you spoke about love like you understood it so well, you spoke about it while looking across the room at someone with your pupils dilated and this was love as i had never seen before and I could tell you were in love but just not with me