"Will you tell me how long you have loved him?"
"It has been coming on so gradually that I hardly know when it began."
When it wasn't on, I had every word memorised, the syntax of your speech was stored at the back of my mind for further analysis, every gesture was highly amplified and every clue, existed or not was taken into account. When it was on, all that faded, it wasn't as significant anymore. Hints and bold affection were brushed off while meaningless details were picked on and regarded as a vice. Sparks were buried. Doubts resurfaced. The silence not as comfortable. Conversations went on for just a little too long.
1 814 400. I'll commit in 1 814 400.
