The first time I saw you, my breath forgot
the map of calm—
your hands were small storms, your smile
a question I wanted to learn.
Nervousness trembled in the way you
stood, raw and honest,
and that rawness lit a fierce, immediate
gravity between us.
We stitched closeness from hurried
glances and midnight confessions,
built a fire with borrowed words and
laughter that refused to cool.
In the narrow hours we became the
fiercest kind of known—
two restless hearts that chose to keep
beating in the same language.
There were quarrels that cut like winter
and silences like closed doors,
but every crack taught us how sunlight
enters, how to hold a hand through pain.
We fell, we rose; the falling learned to
trust the rising,
and every bruise turned into a map that
led us back to each other.
Perfect is not the absence of storms but
the way we navigate them—
your breath in the dark, my stubbornness
like armor, our stubborn love like a vow.
I love you not because we never break,
but because we mend with thunder—
fierce, unafraid, utterly ours.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
The first time I saw you, my breath forgot
the map of calm—
your hands were small storms, your smile
a question I wanted to learn.
Nervousness trembled in the way you
stood, raw and honest,
and that rawness lit a fierce, immediate
gravity between us.
We stitched closeness from hurried
glances and midnight confessions,
built a fire with borrowed words and
laughter that refused to cool.
In the narrow hours we became the
fiercest kind of known—
two restless hearts that chose to keep
beating in the same language.
There were quarrels that cut like winter
and silences like closed doors,
but every crack taught us how sunlight
enters, how to hold a hand through pain.
We fell, we rose; the falling learned to
trust the rising,
and every bruise turned into a map that
led us back to each other.
Perfect is not the absence of storms but
the way we navigate them—
your breath in the dark, my stubbornness
like armor, our stubborn love like a vow.
I love you not because we never break,
but because we mend with thunder—
fierce, unafraid, utterly ours.