March 3: When was the moment Regina realized she was in love?
Valentine's Day.
The birds were chirping and fucking in feather floating fury right outside her bedroom window, while she was sitting alone on her day bed drinking Merlot. It was goddamned Valentine's day, and her demeanor was as bitter as her preferred vintage.
She shot a deathly glare at her dark, silent phone and tightened her jaw, staring at the rowdy birds and blinking back her pain, drowning it blood red wine. No, she didn't have anyone to give her heart to, and that wouldn't have been bad on its own…
She sighed with painful realization there was only one she wanted to give her heart to: Emma.