He had always heard of this feeling. People, books, movies, and everybody around him told him how great it was to be in love.
He had never come close to that feeling in his life. Work had been his priority always. And he would have never experienced the sheer brilliance of this feeling had it not been for her.
She had walked into his life like a dream. Accidentally bumping into each other at a conference lunch and spilling coffee on each other’s clothes. The apologies made way to laughter and laughter to a friendship so deep that they were surprised how effortlessly they bonded.
He knew that the increase of his heartbeat whenever he saw her was love. The way he caught his breath every time her hand brushed against his.
Yes. He loved her. Not the flowers and hearts type, but a deeper love. Where his soul called out for her.
He loved how behind this workaholic woman was a crazy girl who had the wackiest ideas about life.
He loved the fact that she created a positive impression on everyone she met. No matter who it was, she connected with everyone.
She lived life to the fullest and got the best out of each day.
He loved that she was an avid reader. She cried along with the characters of those books and rejoiced at their happiness.
He loved how she was always willing to help anybody.
He loved how she bought out the best in him. Stood by him through the bad times and was the first to hop with joy when he succeeded.
He loved how she made him see the beauty of a sunrise.
How she always picked up bright colors and pulled him out of the monochromatic life he had been living.
Yes, he loved everything about her.
But what he loved most, was the fact that she loved him back…