I wasn’t looking for you.
I was too tired from giving my all to someone who didn’t know how to hold it.
I thought love was always supposed to hurt —
that being “too emotional” was a flaw.

Then you showed up.
Not loud, not dramatic — just real.
You matched my vibe like we’d known each other in another life.
You made me laugh without trying. You made me feel seen without asking.

You’re pretty as hell, and I don’t just mean your looks —
though God knows you’re insanely fine.
It’s the way your presence steals the room without asking for attention.
The way your energy wraps around people like sunlight,
and your charm?
Witchcraft. Beautiful, addictive, terrifying witchcraft.

And here I am —
scared to fall again,
but somehow already falling.
Because with you, it doesn’t feel like crashing.
It feels like landing.

So if this is love —
I’m not running.
Not this time.

i saw you standing there like
some kinda poem in a hoodie—
half-written,
probably a little sleepy,
maybe waiting for a bus or
someone cooler than me.

your laugh?
yeah, it hit like a wrong note
in a right song—
and i thought,
“wow. i could ruin my sleep schedule for this.”

i said something dumb like
“do you believe in gravity?”
you said “what?”
and i panicked,
and said “nevermind, i meant coffee.”

we laughed
(or you did, politely),
and now i keep thinking
how your hand
would fit in mine
probably too cold
but still… correct somehow.

i'm not perfect, you’re not
either (which is nice!)
but maybe
we could
accidentally fall in like
and mess up our hearts
a little
together?