There’s a fine line between really liking someone and loving them…
at least that’s why my grandmother told me.

She told me she knew she crossed it when she started seeing
my grandfather whenever she tried to imagine what her future might look like. 

That left me wondering, when did I cross that line with you?

Maybe it was when I stupidly smiled at you when you told me
the necklace you always wear is a gift from your mom, not a girlfriend.

Maybe it was when I stopped hating yellow as much as I did
after you told me your yellow hoodie was your favorite.

Maybe it was when my lazy Fridays were no lazy no more
because it was the only day I got to see you at my grandmother’s house.

Or maybe it was when I finally saw the beauty in the poems my mom hanged all over our bedroom walls.

Indeed grandmother, there’s a very thin lie between really liking someone and loving them.
You were really fortuitous for having known when you crossed it. 

But for me, I definitely know there are more maybes yet to come.