I never claimed
to know you.
I never even wanted
to know you completely.

You see—
we are drawn to what eludes us,
born with a hunger
for the unsolved,
the unspoken.

And maybe that’s why
I kept my distance:
let the questions breathe,
left the curtain halfway drawn,
never tried
to name the storm of you.

So let this be my quiet vow:
you will always remain a mystery to me—
and that,
perhaps,
is the only way
I’ll ever keep loving you.