I always thought love had to be loud.
And yet-
I hope it doesn’t
I hope it creeps up behind you
when it’s the last thing you want,
when you don’t even notice.
That it reveals itself in the small,
in the late nights,
in the want-but-can’t-haves,
the I miss you toos,
the soft see you soons.
The moments you clutch
as tightly as I do.
The conversations,
the x’s.
Oh, how I hope this is it.
Because how cruel would it be
if the universe brought me
a soul so close to mine,
not to hold,
only to taste.
To make me adore,
more than crave.
To give me hope,
to make me whisper,
oh God, let it be him—
only to turn and rip it away.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
I always thought love had to be loud.
And yet-
I hope it doesn’t
I hope it creeps up behind you
when it’s the last thing you want,
when you don’t even notice.
That it reveals itself in the small,
in the late nights,
in the want-but-can’t-haves,
the I miss you toos,
the soft see you soons.
The moments you clutch
as tightly as I do.
The conversations,
the x’s.
Oh, how I hope this is it.
Because how cruel would it be
if the universe brought me
a soul so close to mine,
not to hold,
only to taste.
To make me adore,
more than crave.
To give me hope,
to make me whisper,
oh God, let it be him—
only to turn and rip it away.