The first time you saw me, your eyes lingered, not just a glance, but something softer, deeper. For a moment, I let myself believe that maybe you felt it too.
I move through the world, but when you're near, it feels like I'm walking on glass, like one wrong step could shatter the silence between us.
I wonder if you notice the way my breath stills, the way my hands hesitate, how I steal moments just to look at you.
You donβt know, and maybe you never will. Because some love stays in the quiet, burning softly, never spoken, never heard.
We were never meant to be, but in another life, maybe just maybe your eyes would have lingered a little longer.