Call me a dreamer

I'm afraid the moment I knew, the instant I realized I'd sent this proud heart's citadel to fate, I never knew of a time when I did not [love you].

I can't say it didn't happen. I can't say that the thought wasn't real. Or that it originated independent from any feeling and that the feeling is non-existent. So here I am.

Call me a dreamer, but the moment your heart is available, know this: Mine was already there, waiting.