I know the exact moment I was in love. It was a moment of silence. Nobody was talking. I could hear his heart, and feel his breath. No words. Nothing spoken. Just silence, and mad love. A beating heart. Two of them, actually. A cold breeze, it wasn't a summer's love. Ours was not made for warm days. And then there was him. Oh, him. The beautiful him. Him. The hero of my poems, and the many sleepless nights. The thought behind my dreams, and the reason for the many other reasons.