I knew it was love when I saw him.

I knew it was love when I heard him.

I knew it was love when I smelled him.

I knew it was love when I felt him.

I knew it was love when we spoke.

I knew it was love when we laughed.

I knew it was love when we cried.

I knew it was love in every pore, every unspoken word, every stolen glances, every dream shared.

It was love in every way I didn't know love could be. Because every moment with him was love. And it was what I understood love was. It was him and I.