I don’t want grand moments, not really. I want the quiet kind of love — the one that asks “Can I go where you go?” and means it. The love that takes you out and brings you home again. It’s not about forever in theory, it’s about forever in practice. And every time you look at me like I’m yours, I know I already am. They told me love fades, that it breaks you more than it builds you. I believed them—until I met you. Falling for you didn’t feel like falling. It felt like landing. Like finally stopping the search. Like remembering something I never knew I lost. Sometimes I wonder if this is all there is — this strange life, this quiet ache. But then I think of you. Of the way your voice sounds when you say my name. Maybe we’re not meant to understand everything. Maybe you’re the sign I was waiting for all along. There’s a softness in loving you that I never knew I needed. It sticks, like glue. I don’t try to escape it — I want to stay stuck. Tied to you in ways I can’t explain. And for the first time, I don’t feel trapped. I feel home. You kissed me in the car and it didn’t feel like a beginning or an ending. It felt like a memory already, like a scene I’d replayed before. Maybe that’s what love is — something that hits all at once, but feels like it’s always been there. I didn’t ask you to be perfect. I only asked for honesty. A little effort. A little softness. Something real, even if it was small. But you gave me silence. And now, that silence echoes louder than anything you could’ve said. You’re not here anymore, but I still feel you in the room. In the way I pause before I speak. In the way my heart still waits for your reply. It’s not you — just the ghost of you. But somehow, even that still breaks me. There’s something magical about how you looked at me — like I was a secret you were waiting to discover. No one’s ever made me feel like a song before. You did. And now I’m afraid no one ever will again. I used to believe love was only found in the light — the clear, safe places. But then you came with your shadows and made them beautiful. I don’t want perfection anymore. I want you, just as you are, even in the dark.I’ve been both the one who hurts and the one who’s hurt. I’ve built walls and I’ve begged them to fall. But with you, I don’t want to run or hide. I want to be seen, even when it’s scary. Even when it means showing all the parts I’ve tried to bury.