Post two of Little Things and Curiosities Writer's Workshop
I knew he loved me when he played that song for me for the first time. It would later become our song, but neither of us knew that yet. Lying there on his couch, his eyes said what he couldn’t, but I knew in that moment the words would soon follow. And I knew in that moment, as the now familiar melody drowned out all the noise around us, that I loved him too, and that this love, well, it would always be enough.