I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm. Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It’s hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there’s never been a time when I didn’t love you.