I didn’t know
love and want
hit the same
until you.
You didn’t promise anything.
You didn’t save me.
You didn’t even know.
You stood there
with a match in your pocket
while I was cold.
You asked questions
and waited for answers.
You spoke about your future
like it was already listening.
Somewhere between
your certainty
and my silence
I remembered myself.
The feeling comes in waves.
Warm near you.
Ach¬ing without you.
Same ache.
Different name.
I don’t reach
because I’m afraid to lose you.
I don’t speak
because timing is a language.
This is not patience.
It’s trust
without claim.
If nothing ever happens,
something already did.
I am more awake.
My world breathes.
My heart knows its weight.
And if one day
the world makes room
for what I haven’t touched,
I’ll tell you then
not as confession
but as gratitude
that you never had to love me
to change my life.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
I didn’t know
love and want
hit the same
until you.
You didn’t promise anything.
You didn’t save me.
You didn’t even know.
You stood there
with a match in your pocket
while I was cold.
You asked questions
and waited for answers.
You spoke about your future
like it was already listening.
Somewhere between
your certainty
and my silence
I remembered myself.
The feeling comes in waves.
Warm near you.
Ach¬ing without you.
Same ache.
Different name.
I don’t reach
because I’m afraid to lose you.
I don’t speak
because timing is a language.
This is not patience.
It’s trust
without claim.
If nothing ever happens,
something already did.
I am more awake.
My world breathes.
My heart knows its weight.
And if one day
the world makes room
for what I haven’t touched,
I’ll tell you then
not as confession
but as gratitude
that you never had to love me
to change my life.