It was subtle. Subtle, but certain.
He knew it was real the night he fell asleep and dreamed about her face. Over the years, she had become as indispensable to him as his right arm. More so; he was sure he could adapt and learn to live without his right arm.
It hadn't been love at first sight. It hadn't been always easy, but loving her was the best decision he'd ever made.
He watched her sleeping next to him and smiled, thinking back to that first day; their very first fight.
Maybe it had been love at first sight.
Never done a drabble before. :) Needed something to give my brain a break from Camp Nanowrimo. Hope you enjoyed even if it was basically microscopic.
