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🩶 “On Notice”
I put you on notice. You never got the memo. No headline. No big gesture. Just me, watching. Quietly. Constantly. Silently. And hoping.
I walk past you all the time. But you never look. Why would you?
You're already the center of someone else’s attention. Already orbiting someone else’s pull. I’m just the gravity you never notice.
It’s not your fault. You’ve always had eyes on you. Brighter men. Faster men. Louder men.
Men who didn’t hesitate. Men who arrived early. Men who didn’t need to wait for the moment because they made the moment.
And me?
I came in late to the game. No script. No plan. Just the kind of heart that stays full even when no one drinks from it.
Still, I put you on notice. In my mind.
I’d see you and wonder. I’d imagine the unspoken version of us. The kind that never even made it to a “hello.” The kind that lingers only in memory — even though we never began.
I’d imagine being the one you undress for real. Not for show. Not for performance. But because you finally feel safe.
I’d imagine being the one you choose after the chaos. After the bad boys. After the heartbreak. After the exhaustion of being wanted, but never understood.
But I know. I know how this story goes. And I don’t blame you.
I’m the man you didn’t see. The one holding the door. The one you thanked without eye contact. The one you passed on the sidewalk while texting someone who barely deserves your softness.
I saw your light. And I wanted to protect it. Not claim it. Not burn in it. Just guard it quietly while you looked the other way.
You see— I would’ve loved you without the makeup. Without the heels. Without the camera angles. Without the performance.
I would’ve loved you when your eyes were swollen from crying. When your hands shook from being strong too long. When you forgot you were beautiful.
I would’ve loved you without all of that. Until you were old and grey. Until your voice cracked. Until you forgot how to walk.
If only you had noticed me.
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