epiphany

13.

I fell in love with you, only a little bit, the very first time I saw you.

I wonder if you remember that October? That day?

I fell slightly more in love with you, that March.

Do you remember when we sat in the night and talked? That was the first time.

I fell more, when you told me I could trust you, that I should leave all my worries to you.

But most of all, I fell madly in love with you, when you told you little boy who lost, that you were proud of him.

You didn't know him. You could have left.
You didn't know I was there, in a corner, watching. You didn't do it for a show or for a praise.

It's just you; the kind and patient man I learnt to give my heart in bits and pieces.