In Love

I fell in love with the night,

the way you stagger towards bed

ready for sleep,

and the way you rubbed the bags under your eyes

when you didn’t bother

to pull the covers over your head.

That same night,

I fell in love

with the way you paused at the blackened tree

and the way your shoulders screamed with nervousness

and you pulled me close

for the first time.

You drank tea

five times a day,

warming your hands,

which held mine.

Swimming in your leather jacket,

I leaned against you

for warmth,

and you squeezed me hard.

Somewhere in between falling in love

with our midnight conversations

under white sheets and hushed tones,

and reading the love notes

you left at my bed stand,

I wasn’t sure.

I fell in love with your presence,

But am I in love with You?