I spent months convincing myself
that the way you looked at me meant nothing.
Maybe you were just kind.
Maybe your laughter lingered around everyone the same way.
Maybe the late-night conversations,
the shared songs,
the pauses before goodbye
maybe I only turned them into something more
because lonely hearts are good at writing fiction.
So I treated us like an old camera reel,
replaying every moment frame by frame,
searching for proof that you felt it too.
The way your eyes softened when I spoke.
The way your voice grew quieter at midnight.
The way silence between us never felt empty.
Still, I told myself
it was one-sided.
Unrequited.
A film I created alone.
But tonight,
with trembling hands and a heart tired of guessing,
I think I’m done watching from behind the lens.
So tell me
if I finally press play instead of pause,
if I stop romanticizing what could be
and finally ask you honestly
would you say yes?
20h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
I spent months convincing myself
that the way you looked at me meant nothing.
Maybe you were just kind.
Maybe your laughter lingered around everyone the same way.
Maybe the late-night conversations,
the shared songs,
the pauses before goodbye
maybe I only turned them into something more
because lonely hearts are good at writing fiction.
So I treated us like an old camera reel,
replaying every moment frame by frame,
searching for proof that you felt it too.
The way your eyes softened when I spoke.
The way your voice grew quieter at midnight.
The way silence between us never felt empty.
Still, I told myself
it was one-sided.
Unrequited.
A film I created alone.
But tonight,
with trembling hands and a heart tired of guessing,
I think I’m done watching from behind the lens.
So tell me
if I finally press play instead of pause,
if I stop romanticizing what could be
and finally ask you honestly
would you say yes?
