Then. I remember the candle lit to make of my face, the rain adding to the drama, and your unexpected face coming from the door.
Now. Do you know I’ve been thinking of you even before that happened? Did you see pink roses amidst the dark? Have you noticed how silent I’ve suddenly become?
Then. If you could have listened intently, you would have heard, in silence, a confession struggling to break free from my chest.
Now. Do you know that I may be in love with you already?