We speak in glances,
like that’s the only safe way to say your name.
I’ve learned the art of almost;
almost touching you,
almost saying what I feel,
almost letting the world see
what burns so easily between us.
But this,
this isn’t small.
I love you.
In every quiet moment,
in every look I can’t hold too long.
And you know, don’t you?
Every secret second
is me choosing you,
even when I’m not allowed to.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
We speak in glances,
like that’s the only safe way to say your name.
I’ve learned the art of almost;
almost touching you,
almost saying what I feel,
almost letting the world see
what burns so easily between us.
But this,
this isn’t small.
I love you.
In every quiet moment,
in every look I can’t hold too long.
And you know, don’t you?
Every secret second
is me choosing you,
even when I’m not allowed to.
