I knew he loved me not because he said it, but because from the moment he met me he never promised me anything. He didn’t make plans with me that never were going to happen, he didn’t lie to me and make me believe in something that didn’t exist just to get into bed with me.
What I learned is a lot of people will lie, to get a taste of you and leave as soon as they do whether they want to admit to it or not.
He didn’t, even when he let me go, he watched over me, during a drunk night even after a fight he give me water; didn’t let me call a cab and would drive me home.
I knew he loved me, because he had every opportunity to waste my time and he didn’t, and even though he knew he was the best version of himself with me, he left because he knew I deserved better.
I knew he loved me, because if I were to walk in the same room as him he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of me.
I know he loves me, because he would sacrifice everything for my well being over and over again, regardless of circumstances, even his own happiness.