I felt love that day by the pool. I was still in a relationship at that time but he was pushing me straight into your arms. Those two were begging us to kiss, and I wanted to, so badly, but I was afraid you’d get nervous.
I felt love that first time we cuddled in my bed; I lay on top of you, staring into your eyes for what felt like eternities, and for the first time, the world around me faded and time stood still.
I felt love the first time we kissed, you were fumbling over your words, your cheeks bright red and the awkwardness of our first kiss, but I cuddled with you afterwards, knowing you was scared to death for asking.
I felt love that night when we made love of our own. It was the first time you had experienced it, and my point of view shifted that night, I was honored to be your first.
I felt love all the way back to when she told me she liked you. I was jealous, and I cried, and I got mad, because only hours before she said that, I told her I still liked you. When you and she dated, I was even more upset. But then I realized, I was jealous only because I loved you so much more than I had expected.
I felt love when I realized he was nothing to me, and that you would love me no matter what. You are my everything.
I felt love when I broke the silence that day with, “I think I love you.”