How do I know that it was real...?
The answer comes easy after all this time.
It was those early morning hours in the kitchen, you cooking for the two of us and me standing, watching. You, looking as beautiful as I have ever seen you and me, observing and receiving your deep brown eyes.
It was in those moments, with the golden light of the newborn star shining in through the window and falling upon your mishap hair, that I truly found myself in love, heart and soul.
You, in your Halloween apron in March. You, with your tea driven eyes on my sleepy smiles. That was when I knew it could work; when I was sure it could be.
Because I crave those mornings. I dream of them. And those dreams leave me haunted and lonely, yet filled and hoping. They drive my day and possess my nights.
It should never have felt true that I didn't show it. I had merely counted on the chance to tell you in person...
How sad it is that the joke is now on me.