maybe it starts on an ordinary day
nothing dramatic, nothing to say
just our legs brushing
a touch that barely crosses a line
maybe were laughing like we always do
but something shifts between us too
a subtle clue, a quiet spark
a different shade of déjà vu
maybe you say one day
in that careful, fragile way
like it’s something you want to keep
like it’s yours to hold not just say
it hasn’t happened, not yet, not now
but I can see it somehow
the way a “what if” turns to “we”
and if this future never comes
if it stays a song unsung
at least i loved you in secret
fire getting everything we could become
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
maybe it starts on an ordinary day
nothing dramatic, nothing to say
just our legs brushing
a touch that barely crosses a line
maybe were laughing like we always do
but something shifts between us too
a subtle clue, a quiet spark
a different shade of déjà vu
maybe you say one day
in that careful, fragile way
like it’s something you want to keep
like it’s yours to hold not just say
it hasn’t happened, not yet, not now
but I can see it somehow
the way a “what if” turns to “we”
and if this future never comes
if it stays a song unsung
at least i loved you in secret
fire getting everything we could become
