Maybe I’m past the age of being afraid to call it “love.”

And still… it’s not something I can say so easily.

When I’m with you, everything feels calm and steady.

It’s not that overwhelming, heart-racing kind of feeling—

it’s more like a quiet warmth, slowly spreading inside me.

And yet, in the smallest moments, my emotions still catch me off guard.

The way you look when you’re focused on work,

the casual kindness in the things you say—

I find myself noticing those little, ordinary moments… and they stay with me.

I can’t love the way I used to—so straightforward, without hesitation.

Now I see things more clearly—your situation, mine, everything in between.

And because of that, I’m a little afraid of changing what we have.

But I don’t want to lose this.

Even if what we are is undefined, I still want this time with you to continue.

Maybe this is what love looks like now—

not something driven by impulse,

but something chosen, slowly and carefully, as it grows.

I can list all the reasons why I’m drawn to you,

and yet, in the end… none of those reasons really matter.

If the day comes when you choose someone else,

I’m not sure I’ll be able to smile through it.

But for now,

I just want to quietly hold onto this space beside you,

for a little while longer.

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