In love

He knew it that moment. Knew it through his entire body, every muscle, every fiber. In that moment doubt vanished. All doubt. Every single trace. Nothing left but certainty. Pure, unfettered certainty. He wasn’t altogether unexpecting the moment but then again it would be inaccurate to say that he was expecting it. Somehow it arrived. Right then. In that minute. And nithing had even been so clear, so unabashedly simple. He knew it as she walked around the corner from the small galley kitchen and stood in the living room, where he was, on the couch, half watching Sat morning TV. She stood in front of the window, the grey morning light flooding the apoartment. In one hand she held the plastic tie of a six pack, six rings, perfect circles, or perfect nooses for the right size animal unlucky to get caught. I her other hand a pair of scissors. Birds get stuck she said and began to sever the circles. And he knew. Fully and completely. That he was in love.