Is this love?
You hosted a party - all your friends were there.
you put on "fly me to the moon," by frank sinatra because you know i love it.
you asked me, "can you dance to this?"
i started to dance by myself.
you said "hey, don't i need to dance, too?"
we danced to the entire song, even though your friends were there, too, and no one else was dancing.
you twirled me around so many times.
at the end of the song, after frank sang "i love you," you pointed to me, grinned, and said "you!" and pulled me into a sweet kiss.
you haven't said "i love you" yet, but i'm starting to think you might be getting there. so am i.