We don’t fall in love with people.
We fall in love with moments—with the calm of hands running through hair, with the tickle of laughter against skin, with the warmth of a body nearby.
We don’t fall in love with people.
We fall in love with moments—with the hours that feel like mere minutes that tick by in short seconds, with the serotonin high that rushes through our veins and relaxes our muscles, with the four letter word we whisper in our head, shape around our lips, test on our tongue to empty air, we are building up the courage, finding the right timing.
We don’t fall in love with people.
We fall in love with moments—with the words said and stares shared and places traveled where all we can remember is not what happened but how light we felt, and all that comes up is good, great, amazing.
We don’t fall in love with people.
We fall in love with moments—with the comfortable silence after a long day when nothing is spoken but after leaning all your weight on one another, you know you still won’t fall.
We don’t fall in love with people.
We fall in love with moments—but sometimes, in the midst of it all, I think I must have fallen in love with you.
brittany given. 