It's not as though we fell in love all at once.
There was the time I drew the heart tattoo on his arm, so he would wake up.
The time we waded through the New Hampshire river, discussing bad proms - and I worried that he would hold my hand because I wanted him to - - but I didn't want him to.
The time we danced under the stars in the summer night and fell asleep on a hammock under the same stars.
The time we were afraid to say goodbye, but we said it because you have to say goodbyes and they don't mean forever but they feel like it.
The time under the umbrella in the pouring rain and I was leaving him.
The time I sat on a plane with eyes brimming with tears and a heavy heart and clashing fears.
The time I saw him after months and I still fit in his arms the same way and my words and thoughts and love couldn't remember him fast enough.
The time he woke up on Christmas morning with bright eyes and messy hair and a surge of overwhelming overtook me.
The time he cried with me because we realized that we could do this. We could be together if we chose that and we chose that because we wanted it.
You don't fall in love all at once.
What would be the fun in that anyway.