Maybe falling for someone isn’t a process. It isn’t meted out, like bullet points in a timeline. Maybe it’s a thing that happens quietly, when you’re watching them hug their mother, or pedal a bike under a canopy of trees, or climb a lighthouse during a storm. When they’re reaching for your hand when you’re struggling, just to let you know you’re not alone. Is it when they learn how you like to be kissed, and then to do it well, and often? If so, I have my answer.
