I love you in ways that make no sense.
The kind of love that turns every silence into a question.
The kind of love that has me checking my phone even when I know you haven’t had time to answer.
I know you’re mine to talk to, to laugh with, to hold close.
And somehow I’m still terrified.
Because loving you has made me discover new ways to be afraid.
Afraid of the tiny things that change without warning.
Afraid that one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m too much.
Too eager to hear your voice.
Too in love with every little thing you do.
I try to keep those thoughts to myself.
But the truth is that my heart follows you everywhere.
When something good happens, I want to tell you.
When something hurts, I want you.
When I hear a song I like, I wonder if you’d like it too.
Every road somehow leads back to you.
And I don’t think you understand how much space you’ve taken up inside me.
You live in my thoughts so naturally that sometimes I forget there was a version of me that existed before you.
You have become part of the background noise of my life.
Not that I’ll stop loving you.
But that I’ll never learn how not to.
Because every day I find another reason.
Another moment that makes me look at you and think,
There’s my favorite person.
And I know love is supposed to feel warm.
But sometimes it feels like standing at the edge of something enormous.
Something beautiful enough to make my chest ache.
Because I know exactly how much I would lose if you were ever gone.
So I hold you a little tighter.
Love you a little harder.
Memorize you a little more carefully.
Not because I’m planning for goodbye.
But because my heart never quite believes that something this precious could stay.
And yet every day you do.
Every day you choose to stay.
And somehow that makes me fall even deeper.