I don’t think you realize you love someone until you do. It’s so beautiful. There’s no screaming halt , no giant signs. It doesn’t work that way. It’s quiet and calm.
One day you’re at their parents and you look over to see them bugging their sister and throughout the chaos, you laugh to yourself and you realize how deeply you care for someone. In the midst of the noise, the chaos, everything gets slow for a moment and there it is - love. The type of love you only hope to receive back. The kind of love that stops you in your tracks, that is so unbelievable.
But, if I’m going to be honest. I don’t think you really realize how much you love someone until they leave. When your whole life changes, when you no longer wake up next to them. When you can’t tell them when something exciting happens during your day. I don’t think you ever really know what you have until they are gone one day.