There are things and events in my life that cause me to cry. I can remember back and I will embrace these memories. But I will hate the occurances. I will cry and I will sober up after awhile. Depression has nothing to do with it. It's simply depth and the open door of the possibility of any given emotion.

But when I remember people, and their touches, and their simple words that have touched my heart, I will recall the way we smiled and the way we touched. And this is how I know love is real.

When it came to him, there was no need for memories and recollection. It came to me with smiles and ease. With every word spoken and every sigh released, I felt him. He was always near. I sensed his presence, I breathed his every word and touch. I could feel him near and when he spoke, he spoke in a voice free of any hindrance. I knew every crevice of his body, I knew the way his hands were shaped, I knew every crinkle in his face. I knew him.

When he picked up the phone to call me, I could feel my heartbeat thumping in rapid motions. This was how I knew he was near. When he would simply touch my hand, I would automatically intertwine my fingers with his. When he kissed my cheek, I felt a rush of warmth and a sense of complete security. And all of this, requires no thinking because this is the mindset. This is the mindset of something so pure and simple yet so complicated and unorthodox.

For now, we can just call it love.