This is when he runs after the train on which she leaves ...
When, having finished, he stands under her window ...
When he brings her flowers in the early morning, in winter ...
When he listens to the steps on the stairs, waiting for her ...
When she paces a room, if she lingers ...
When he asks to write, when she will be at home ...
When she puts two cups for tea out of habit….
When she sings and imagines that She is listening to him ...
When she sits by her bed, when she feels bad, even if she lives on the other side of the city ...
When he meets her late in the evening and sees her off early in the morning ...
When he kisses her in the rain in an autumn park ...

Love is not when she says "I love you"
This is when she turns in front of the mirror to please him ...
When he rushes to hug and kiss him at the meeting ...
When learning to cook, to cook for him ...
When I'm ready to come, even if there is a lot to do ...
When he strokes his cheek, tenderly, gently, when it is hard for him ...
He hugs and quietly whispers tender words when he is tired ...
When he wants to be passionate and seductive .. with him ...
When he wants to lie down next to him .. but he didn't even ask, but just thought ..