falling in love doesn’t happen in days or weeks. i think it’s a process, and it’s one i’m still going through, but i think this might be the first time it’s gonna happen to me. and it’s not happening in a magical way, but it’s making the happiest i’ve ever been in my life. it takes time. and i might not be in love, but i know i might be. it’s not about where you two go or what they buy you or how many pictures you take together. it’s about looking at someone and still feeling that good-kind-of-sick to your stomach. it’s not being afraid to look them in the eyes and tell them thank you for everything they’ve done for you, even if it’s in a short amount of time. it’s listening to them complain and not being afraid to be the same. it’s about learning what side of the bed they like sleeping on and accepting their snoring because they bring you bring you a cup of water every time you wake up. it’s about being motivated to work hard because they tell you that you’re capable of doing anything. it’s being able to understand that nothing lasts forever and being heartbroken over that fact at the same time. and even with all these things, i know there’s a lot more. so no, i’m not in love. not yet. but i might be one day soon. and if that day comes, i’ll embrace it with open arms.