I wasn’t looking when I first found you.
Your smile, it dazed me with its presence,
gentle and sudden, like spring after a long winter.
but something in me paused.
I have chased love down empty streets,
watched it slip between my fingertips,
called its name in the dead of night,
But now, love knocks,soft, persistent,
wearing your voice, your laughter,
your eyes that see me whole.
Why do you stay? Why do you care?
Why does your heart beat in sync with mine?
Is this a dream? A cruel mirage?
Or have I just forgotten what real feels like?
I have been the one left behind,
the one who loved too much, too soon.
And now that love stands before me, arms open,
I flinch, waiting for the fall.
when others looked right through?
when I was always left behind?
Why does she feel like a dream,
too good, too perfect, too right,
when all I’ve known is wrong?
Because love never came this easy…
so what if it leaves the same way?
not every touch is a trick,
not every warmth fades to cold.
Maybe, love has finally found me too.
Maybe… love doesn’t come with sirens,
but with quiet moments, a shared glance,
a gentle “how was your day?”
Maybe it’s not fireworks,
but the calm after the storm.
Maybe it’s in the way she listens,
not just to words, but to silence too.
even when I retreat into doubt.
She doesn’t rush the healing,
doesn’t flinch at the cracks.
She simply holds space, for me, for us, for whatever we become.
Why would she choose a heart stitched in fear,
a soul still learning to trust?
But then I see it, she’s not here to fix me,
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