I fell in love with you because instead of waking up and checking your phone, you tell me good morning.

I fell in love with you because when you go to get yourself a drink, you get me one without asking.

I fell in love with you because if I had a bad day at work, you listen to my bad day instead of blowing me away.

I fell in love with you when I'd leave chocolate in the fridge and no matter how tempted you were, you didn't eat it on me.

I fell in love with you when we go to the grocery store and you spend 15 minutes searching for dinosaur egg oatmeal.

I fell in love with you when your friends tell me how much you talk about me.

I didn't fall in love with you for your looks (although it is a plus).

I didn't fall in love with you because you post about me on your social media.

I didn't fall in love with you because “you text me when a boyfriend is supposed to.”

I fell in love with your encouragement and support, despite all the times I tell you I want to quit.

I fell in love with you on the nights that I was up studying and you'd tell me how proud you are of me.

I can't tell you the exact moment, date or time that it happened, but it did. It wasn't anything materialistic. It wasn't you complimenting my physical looks. It was the moments I'd catch you watching me singing in the car. It was the moment I'd sneak a glance and see you taking pictures of me cooking or playing with a dog. It was the moments we fell in love with each other. It was the warming sensation that this is something real. From the moment we met, through the time in between, to our reconnection, I fell in love with you. All of you. There's a saying that one day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all your broken pieces will stick back together...you helped create that saying.

You were the glue to my broken pieces.