How he knew it was Love

She skipped down the stone path, her little blond head bobbing up and down as they made their way to the lake. Something about that moment affected him, in a way that he couldn’t comprehend immediately, and he stopped, trying to ascertain what it was that he felt. She turned back and looked up at him questioningly, and as he involuntarily smiled, she beamed and waved.

At that moment he knew he loved her; and, it wasn’t at all like his mother had said it would be, as if he’d been struck by lightning.

No, it was more like being knee deep in cherry blossoms before realizing there was a reason everything smelled like cherries.

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4 thoughts on “How he knew it was Love

  1. Marvel says:

    The end conceit is to die for–brilliant!

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