You Just Know. . . ( for Jesreena & Sharmila )
You know she loves you when you’re the one person she calls to share her joys with and all the times she hurts inside. When you’re the first person she always thinks of every time she has premiere passes to movie screenings or free concerts tickets. Because she’d drive all the way to see you even when she’s not well just to put a smile on your face because you had a bad day at work.
You know she loves you when she thinks of a million different ways to do something nice for you just because she thinks you deserve it. When she lets you eat the last shrimp on her plate or when she pretends to love vanilla ice cream because she knows how much you love it.
You know she loves you when she never minds all those times you’ve bailed out on her because you were too busy and failed to make it up to her. When in fact she should have walked away because it’s just been one too many times and loving you has simply become too exhausting!
But here’s the thing though, when she’s with you, she’s herself. There’s no reason for her to pretend. You don’t judge her for her flaws and faults even when you’re being brutally honest but instead, you constantly make her laugh and smile. You listen to her even when she doesn’t make sense. You make her heart beat faster and slower at the same time. And as much as it scares her to be with you because you make it hard for her to breathe, being without you makes breathing even harder.
Because there isn’t anything she’d rather do than spend every waking moment, wrapped in your arms just lying by your side. Because yours are the lips she wants to kiss every morning, all the moments in between and before she goes to sleep at night. Because being with you just feels right.
And when it comes to weighing it all out, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve disappointed her because at the end of the day, all the wonderful things about you just make up for it and that is the only thing that matters to her. That’s when you know.
You know that she loves you.
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