Where ever she is I know she is happy

And if I’m being honest? I don’t think you realize you love someone until you do. I think that is what makes it so beautiful. There is no loud, screeching halt inside of your heart, no neon sign that suddenly lights up and lets you know that you have found your favourite thing. No. I don’t think it works like that. I think it's quieter, calmer. One day you're just sitting across from someone, and you’re watching them tell some story you’ve heard twenty times, and everything inside of you feels safe. Everything is serene, and peaceful, and you almost laugh to yourself, because in the midst of all of that chaos, you realize just how deeply you care about them. In the midst of the crowd, or the background noise, or the chatter of other people in the restaraunt, time slows down for a moment, and there it is the rest of your life. There Is it -- love.