There was a moment.
A moment when I was lying in bed.
In your arms.
The sun seeping through your window curtains.
I could feel your breath on my neck.
And I memorized every detail of your hand laced with mine.
And you leaned over me,
asked if you could kiss me.
And I just stared into your eyes.
Your endless green eyes.
Your unshaven face.
Your cute crooked smile.
And I kissed your perfect lips.
And that was the moment,
I knew I was in love with you.
It was magic.