Maybe I know I love someone when I don’t forget the feeling when they leave.
When they leave me for an hour. A day. A week. A year. Or forever.
Maybe I know I love someone when I don’t forget how they make me feel worthy.
When they leave me a note. A letter. A whisper or confession before we part.
Maybe I know I love someone when I don’t forget why I let them in.
When I share my body. My thoughts. My secrets. My regrets.
Maybe I know I love someone when I don’t have to ask.
When I just know. I just do. I just will.
Airah Writes 