Then I remembered how he looked like.
Maybe I was in love on how he loved her.
How he was crazy about her.
How he just stares at her, smiling.
How he sees his mornings with her.
His lunch, dinner.
How he needed her in his arms on a lazy evening.
Maybe I was in love on how he was there on her weaknesses
And how he he just smiled from afar for her strengths.
How he accepts whoever she is, when he even can't recognize her.
And protect her, even if he doesn't know from where.
Maybe I am in love, with love.
With how true and pure it can be.
With how it changes a person
Or unleash how amazing we can be
