It wasn’t your infectious giggle that made me fall in love with you
I swear
It was that awful quiche we had to share at Coco’s
It wasn’t the fact that your skin glowed when you blushed
I swear it wasn’t
It was the smell of coffee we had together huddled in the back of Caribou
On a cold November night
I swear
It wasn’t the way you looked at me
Or how you sent shivers through me with your touch
Or how made my heart burst with every beat
No. It was the way you explained the French menu to me
