The moment I knew I was truly in love with him… it had been 2 days since our first kiss (which took 6 months to happen). 2 days since I had seen him. And he drove half an hour to my house so he could see me for 5 minutes to show me the work he did on his little old Honda. He didn’t have the time. But he wanted to show me the work he’d done all by himself. He was so excited to show me. I sat across from him on that late summer night, looking at the light shining in his eyes despite the darkness of the night. And he looked up at me from across the car, and his face was so sweet. I had never seen such joy on someone’s face… and it was as he looked into my eyes. And he stepped around the car and put his arms securely around me. We hugged, but it felt different from all the hugs before that night. It was a short few minutes, then he had to leave. But that night, I couldn’t fall asleep for the longest time. I smelled the lingering scent of his cologne on my shirt, which I ended up wearing to bed. I kept reliving those few minutes. Thinking about the look on his face as he looked at me. And I realized then that what I felt for him was much more than just a big crush. I’d never felt this before. I was completely, unmistakably, shamelessly, and happily in love with him.
