Not quite sure when it began–
Maybe between the glances I used to steal,
Or in the silent wish I hoped would come true,
Maybe because of shared interests,
Or when our contacts were exchanged,
Maybe through the request sent,
Or the day a text was shared,
But I'm quite sure, I'm glad it did.
Not quite sure when it grew–
Maybe the day we shared a part of ourselves,
Or the similarities we found in us,
Maybe when silence felt comforting,
Or the presence that felt assuring,
Maybe the moment flirting turned to deep talks,
Or the conversations that went for hours,
Maybe through the matching profiles pictures,
Or the "mentioned you in their story" notification,
Maybe when I turned to your secret diary,
Or the day I went from your half to yours,
Maybe between the promises to wait for eternity
Just so it meant we could meet one day,
But I'm quite sure I liked all of it.
Not quite sure where this will take us to,
But I'm quite sure, with you I will like that too.
~pooja
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
Not quite sure when it began–
Maybe between the glances I used to steal,
Or in the silent wish I hoped would come true,
Maybe because of shared interests,
Or when our contacts were exchanged,
Maybe through the request sent,
Or the day a text was shared,
But I'm quite sure, I'm glad it did.
Not quite sure when it grew–
Maybe the day we shared a part of ourselves,
Or the similarities we found in us,
Maybe when silence felt comforting,
Or the presence that felt assuring,
Maybe the moment flirting turned to deep talks,
Or the conversations that went for hours,
Maybe through the matching profiles pictures,
Or the "mentioned you in their story" notification,
Maybe when I turned to your secret diary,
Or the day I went from your half to yours,
Maybe between the promises to wait for eternity
Just so it meant we could meet one day,
But I'm quite sure I liked all of it.
Not quite sure where this will take us to,
But I'm quite sure, with you I will like that too.
~pooja