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I think you love me In the quiet ways people do When they’re afraid to say it too loudly. In the way your eyes search for mine Across crowded rooms. In the way your voice softens Only when you speak to me. In the way you stay, Even when you could leave. And God— I love you too. So much that it terrifies me. Because loving you feels like Holding something fragile in shaking hands. Like standing at the edge of happiness Wondering when the fall begins. I keep thinking I’ll ruin this somehow. Say the wrong thing. Feel too much. Care too deeply. Become too difficult to love. Sometimes I rehearse disasters in my head Before they’ve even happened. I imagine you waking up one day And realizing I am too complicated, Too emotional, Too human. And yet when you smile at me Every fear goes quiet for a moment. I want to believe That love does not always end in loss. That maybe I don’t have to earn tenderness By being perfect. That maybe you see all my flaws already And stay anyway. Still, I hold my heart carefully around you, Like a secret made of glass. Because I love you enough To fear breaking The very thing I’ve always wanted.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
If I Hold This Too Tightly
I think you love me In the quiet ways people do When they’re afraid to say it too loudly. In the way your eyes search for mine Across crowded rooms. In the way your voice softens Only when you speak to me. In the way you stay, Even when you could leave. And God— I love you too. So much that it terrifies me. Because loving you feels like Holding something fragile in shaking hands. Like standing at the edge of happiness Wondering when the fall begins. I keep thinking I’ll ruin this somehow. Say the wrong thing. Feel too much. Care too deeply. Become too difficult to love. Sometimes I rehearse disasters in my head Before they’ve even happened. I imagine you waking up one day And realizing I am too complicated, Too emotional, Too human. And yet when you smile at me Every fear goes quiet for a moment. I want to believe That love does not always end in loss. That maybe I don’t have to earn tenderness By being perfect. That maybe you see all my flaws already And stay anyway. Still, I hold my heart carefully around you, Like a secret made of glass. Because I love you enough To fear breaking The very thing I’ve always wanted.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
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