when do you know that you love someone? personally.
{ five questions. }
He smiled faintly, not quite warmly. “This is question two of five. If you ask me this while I am drunk, drunk, drunk on blood, I am sure to gush, ‘When I look at them and feel as though I might die!’ Asking me now, I find it almost impossible to explain. I do not know when it begins – perhaps when I begin to notice all the smallest, stupidest details about him or her. Perhaps when they are the ‘good night’ and ‘good morning’ of my days – well, nights. But I know I am doomed when – I hurt. I look at him or her, and I hurt, deep in my chest. A twisting, and an aching. It feels like tragedy and hope, both at once. It feels like laughing and crying at the same time. Three questions left.”
