It still surprises me—
how she makes my chest feel too small
to hold everything I feel.
My heart runs fast, but not from fear—
it runs to her.
I blush too easily.
I hope she doesn’t notice,
but maybe I want her to.
There’s something holy
in loving without conditions,
without borders.
I don’t just want her—
I’m already committed,
as if my soul quietly signed her name
long before my lips ever could.
She doesn’t even know
that she is the dream
I keep waking up inside of.
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
It still surprises me—
how she makes my chest feel too small
to hold everything I feel.
My heart runs fast, but not from fear—
it runs to her.
I blush too easily.
I hope she doesn’t notice,
but maybe I want her to.
There’s something holy
in loving without conditions,
without borders.
I don’t just want her—
I’m already committed,
as if my soul quietly signed her name
long before my lips ever could.
She doesn’t even know
that she is the dream
I keep waking up inside of.
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