It’s sometime in the deep night, hours after I should’ve left, when it hits me for the first time— I love her. Those three words just pop into my head, fully formed. I love her. This isn’t some bond-borne magic being shoved down my throat. This isn’t even romance. This is love-you-till-your-skin-sags-off-your-bones. Love you till then and beyond. It’s not lustful, it’s not selfish or petty.
