Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar

What I just saw warmed my heart.

I didn’t get one, but two pieces of information about you, one after the other.

These are nice things, truly.

The situation changed, and the person hiding their feelings from you wants to tell you everything.

Something will come of this.

Perhaps I shouldn’t say anything, but if I were you, I’d want to know about it