Love
Love
Love
Love was what I felt when he hugged me in his arms while he accepted me for who I was, that defining moment was when I knew I had loved this man. There wasn’t anything special, no flowers or rainbow, no butterflies in the stomach even if I still get them when he is around. It was just “s**t, I love this man” and my heart was ready to explode at the realization of it. I was scared to say the word, mostly because I wanted to deny it too, for however long I can. For the more, I denied it the longer the chances of him finding out that I loved him.
I know you are all confused but before I start from the beginning I want to start from the end. I want to go back to that defining moment
Before his hugs
Before his kisses
At the moment when I showed him who I was as a person
