how do you know when you're in love? is it something you decide? do you wake up and proclaim that this is the day you're going to fall?
no.
you feel it in their fingertips, brushing yours.
you feel it in their gaze, gently washing over you.
sometimes it's a tone, a deeper voice, a more careful speech. almost as if they carefully chose every word, rolling off their tongue and into your mind.
it's when they build a home in your head and you become starry-eyed with affection, for they know they are all you can think about.
you wake up with him, eat breakfast with him, brush your teeth with him - for he has been so far engrained in you that you are one with him. hearts beat in sync, step by step, kiss by kiss.
with every uttered phrase, insignificant glance, small touch... he pulls you deeper in love.
how do you know when you're out of love? i suppose if you're the breaker, you come prepared.
your eyes don't meet as your lips barely graze each other.
speech becomes a communication, not a connection.
his lips meet for a smile, yet his eyes hold back a million thoughts.
didn't he use to share those thoughts with you? now they linger, unsaid, left hanging.
the words "how are you" become a courtesy, not a conversation. when did he stop caring about your day, and when did he become so concerned with his manners?
if he's trying to impress you again, he no longer feels connected.
if he knew you, he would feel comfortable.
now, he's worried about his manners.
is that when you fall out of love? when communication becomes a courtesy, not a connection?