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DonFierro
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Your eyes were the first thing I noticed I don’t even know why just… there was something there like the sun but not too much just enough to make me stare a little longer and then your smile it’s stupid how it does that how it makes everything feel okay like the world can be a mess and somehow it doesn’t matter for a bit because you’re there I think about saying this to you sometimes but I already know I won’t not because you don’t deserve to hear it you do you really do I just— I’d rather have you like this than not have you at all so I write it here instead and leave it here all the small things that probably don’t mean anything to anyone else your favorite flower your favorite song the way you talk about things you want someday I remember all of it for no reason or maybe there is one I just don’t say it and maybe that’s okay to feel something real and keep it quiet even if you never know it was always you
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
To the Girl I Can Never Confess To
I see you only in certain seasons, like a flower that chooses when to bloom. Only when the year opens that small window, only when time makes room. You move through the streets so lightly, as if the air parts to let you through. Nothing about you asks for attention, but everything points to you. There is this café where you sit outdoors, the corner where the tricycles pass, the seats beside the big blue sea, the place keeps your shadow like glass. You don’t even know what I’m doing. Not staring. Not calling your name. Just standing still for a second longer, fixing you carefully in frame. I take mental pictures. No shutters. No sound. The way your hair falls over your face or the way you stand out in a crowd. I capture the pause before you smile, the second your laughter begins, the soft shift in your shoulders, the calm beneath your skin. Every spot where I’ve seen you becomes something I keep, a map made of moments I replay before sleep. You are gone most days of the year, back to the life you pursue. But the images stay sharp in my mind, until then, see you when I see you.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 4:14 PM UTC
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