When did i fall in love?

Was it that day in school when she told me she liked me?
Was it when I observed her from afar and considered her 'forbidden fruit'?
Was it when she used to smile at me like she knew me?
Maybe that night we ate in McDonalds.
Perhaps when she used to come round to my house those early mornings. Or when she stayed till late at night. Did I fall in love in those long inseparable days.

I knew I loved her when she held me as I sobbed. When I had no one else.
I knew when the Doctor gave me my son at 3am in the morning.
When she cares for me as I sneeze and cough the days and nights away.

Falling in love it seems was a path of exploring, sharing fears, exposing, fitting together. Holding each other together. I pray I will hold her for the rest of my life.