It’s a funny thing, knowing when you’re in love. I still don’t recall the exact moment I knew. I can remember the night we talked about how if we were both single at the same time, we would get together just for the hell of it. Then every day after that I found myself hoping, wishing, praying for it to happen. I realised that I had in fact unknowingly loved her this whole time; I realized that I had never cared so much about a person. And it scared the hell out of me.
Postscript: We are still not together. I don’t know if we ever will be.
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