The Moment You Knew

“It’s just that I miss him, all the time now. It’s not consuming. It’s not the kind of missing him where I can’t sleep, can’t eat kind of thing. It’s much softer than that. It’s this craving where my body gets this rush, this sensation flooding over me when I know that tomorrow I’m going to see him. It’s an anticipation, an undeniable excitement. I guess you could call it happiness. I smile just thinking of him. It’s not even that I crave conversation with him either. Like I just want to be near him, with my head on his shoulder, nothing more. Is this what dating has become? Is this what it’s like now?”

“I don’t think that’s dating,” she whispered softly. “I think that’s what they call being in love.”