I wasn’t in love with him the first time I said it; or the second; or probably not even the third. But I did fall in love with him; somewhere between trying to put my past behind me and being a coveted twosome. Somewhere between truly getting over my ex and becoming a part of his family, I fell in love for a second time.
It was like waking up out of a coma, or what I imagine that to be like. One day, my senses were asleep, my eyes were closed, my sense of touch dulled. Then, in one ordinary second, everything became alive again; the colors, the sounds, the smells, all became so vivid. My eyes opened to a life we had made together, to a house, to habits, to laughter, to dreams and aspirations all our own. Everything had become everything to me. And in that moment, I looked at him and said “I love you” with everything I had.
He felt it too.
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