Are you in love with me?

"Are you in love with me?" 

The question was dropped like a ticking time bomb. It was one of the simplest yet the most complicated question she asked. She thought, he would never answer. But trembling, he constructed his reply. 

"I don't know what love is, or how it works. But if love would explain why I always think of you, why I remember you when I smell the strawberry scent, why I hear your voice out of nowhere, why is your laugh music to my ears, why I love staring at your eyes, why I like how your lips move, why I think of you in the midst of love songs, why I want to shower you with compliments, why your name is the rhythm of my heart, why thoughts of you play from my heart to my mind like an endless film, why I see the future with you, why my chest feels tight like it wants to burst whenever I'm near you, why your light guides my dark world, why I always think of the universe when I look at your eyes, why I could only care how your hand fits in mine, why I worry about how much you can destroy me but doesn't care nevertheless, because it's you anyway. If that's what love is all about, then fuck yes. I'm catastrophically, truly, deeply, and madly in love with you." 

She smiled. Then, walked away.