The speaker is working out something new: a kind of love they have never felt before. The opening lines suggest that, for a long time, they didn't really know what "this" type of love was, and the quotation marks around the word hint at uncertainty. They even wonder whether "love" was a facade, something they had only pretended to understand.
Then the poem turns to a small, physical moment. A man kisses the speaker's cheek and holds their calloused hands, and the speaker pauses mid-thought: "It feels so nice." The broken, hesitant line breaks mirror that dazed, unsure feeling. The last lines hold two feelings at once. The kiss feels "so wrong" and yet "comfortable and right." The poem seems to capture the tension of accepting a love that doesn't match old expectations. The mood is tender, shy, and quietly hopeful, with confusion softening into comfort.