I realized I loved you on a Tuesday afternoon.

We were sitting out on your porch,

smoking and drawing as the warm sun surrounded us.

I showed you a silly picture and asked you to draw it for me.

When you finished, we looked at it and laughed.

I really enjoyed it. 

You looked at me in disbelief, 

remarking that I must really like you,

because the drawing was shit.

In that moment, I reflected on what you said to me.

I rejoined you in laughter and smiles,

because yes, I really did like you, and I loved the drawing.

I still have it.