“How did you know?”

“How did I know what?”

Inhale. “You know..” Pause. Exhale. Slight hesitance. “How did you know you love me?”

“I knew it when you slapped me on the arm after I told a joke, and you were laughing so hard but no sound was coming out of your mouth. I knew it when you fell asleep while reading that damn book for the fifth time. I knew it when you burnt your tongue after tasting your coffee. You always burn your tongue, and I always knew. You see, I look at you and know that if the world is in complete darkness, I would still find my home. My feet would know where to take me to wherever you are. I look at you and see a future. I look at you and I get scared of losing you and of being with you – and I know fear. I’ve always known fear. I’ve always let fear hinder me. But when I look at you, I welcome the fear. I get scared, and goddammit I don’t mind at all.”