It wasn’t all at once —
it never is.
Love doesn’t crash in like thunder,
it hums softly,
waiting for you to notice.
Maybe it began that night,
backstage at the Cabaret,
when your head rested in my lap
and I forgot how to breathe.
You laughed at something small,
and I laughed too,
trying to hide how my hands shook.
Something in me whispered,
oh.
And I’ve been listening to that whisper ever since.
It came back again at the choir concert —
you, bent close,
dabbing glitter near my eyes.
You said, hold still,
and I did,
because if I moved,
I might’ve leaned forward
just to feel you nearer.
The world blurred around us,
and I blamed pre-concert stress
for how unsteady I felt.
Then Halloween —
you, stunning in costume,
smiling beneath streetlights.
We held hands for hours,
pretending it was just for fun,
but I memorized the weight of it,
the warmth of your palm
pressing into mine like a promise
we’d never speak aloud.
And maybe that was it —
not one grand moment,
but a thousand quiet ones
that stitched themselves together
into something I couldn’t name.
Until one day,
I looked at you
and realized
I’d already fallen.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:06 PM UTC
It wasn’t all at once —
it never is.
Love doesn’t crash in like thunder,
it hums softly,
waiting for you to notice.
Maybe it began that night,
backstage at the Cabaret,
when your head rested in my lap
and I forgot how to breathe.
You laughed at something small,
and I laughed too,
trying to hide how my hands shook.
Something in me whispered,
oh.
And I’ve been listening to that whisper ever since.
It came back again at the choir concert —
you, bent close,
dabbing glitter near my eyes.
You said, hold still,
and I did,
because if I moved,
I might’ve leaned forward
just to feel you nearer.
The world blurred around us,
and I blamed pre-concert stress
for how unsteady I felt.
Then Halloween —
you, stunning in costume,
smiling beneath streetlights.
We held hands for hours,
pretending it was just for fun,
but I memorized the weight of it,
the warmth of your palm
pressing into mine like a promise
we’d never speak aloud.
And maybe that was it —
not one grand moment,
but a thousand quiet ones
that stitched themselves together
into something I couldn’t name.
Until one day,
I looked at you
and realized
I’d already fallen.
It wasn't one moment. It was all of them
