You asked me when I knew I loved you.
Was it that night like a holiday rom-com
strong hands steadying shaky legs,
skating under twinkling lights and snow
kisses that tasted like hot chocolate and hope?
Or the time feet stood still, didn't run
from a heart cracked wide open
instead stepped closer to wrap me
in a hug like a blanket until sobs subsided?
Perhaps the sun soaked morning
light filtering through curtains
a reminder that waking up beside you would be the warmest fuzzy feeling in existence?
In truth, all of these were merely a confirmation
that it was indeed love since the moment
gentle lips brushed my forehead for the first time,
but to make me smile.