forbidden doesn’t mean unloved. it just means we had to get clever, had to learn the quiet art of slipping past the noise, finding each other in the cracks between rules.
we speak in hush tones through fake personas, a call tucked into the folds of night, your laugh breaking softly against my ear like tide.
they told us “no,” so we invented yes in the language only we know. stolen minutes, a heartbeat shared over a signal no one can trace.
the world doesn’t see what it means when you say my name like it’s a promise. but i do.
and maybe we’re breaking the rules, but we are not breaking each other. we are not wrong. we are not alone. forbidden doesn’t mean unloved, it just means we love anyway.