Welp nothing I can do about it..

I don’t know how to start this without sounding like every fool who’s ever tripped over their own heart and tried to turn it into poetry. But here I am, and here you are, and somehow, in all the chaos of existence, I found myself looking at you—really looking—and realizing that I’m in trouble. The good kind. The kind where I don’t mind falling because you’re the one I’m falling for.

It’s absurd, really. I’ve faced things that should have broken me, walked through fire I wouldn’t wish on anyone, and yet, one smile from you is enough to leave me completely defenseless. It’s a little unfair, if I’m being honest. Deep brown eyes that seem to see more than I say. Wit sharper than my ability to dodge my own emotions. And that laugh—God help me, that laugh—hits like warmth I didn’t know I was missing until I heard it.

You’re brilliant, you know that? Not just in the way you think (which, let’s be real, is infuriatingly clever), but in the way you exist. You light up a space just by being in it. It’s in the way you move, effortless and unbothered, as if the universe had the decency to sculpt someone genuinely beautiful and then threw in soft skin just to make the whole thing unfair.

I’ve spent my life analyzing everything, breaking things down into pieces I can understand. But you? You make me want to just be. To exist in the moments between words, in the spaces where laughter lingers, in the quiet certainty that, for once, I don’t have to be anything but myself. And somehow, that seems to be enough for you.

I don’t know what this is yet. Maybe it’s a spark, maybe it’s a wildfire waiting for the right breath of wind. But I do know this—I haven’t wanted anything like this in a long time. And if I’m going to fall, I can’t think of a better way than into you.

—Me