I don't even fully understand
what i'm feeling.
It's confusing and unfamiliar,
but somehow you've become
a quiet source of comfort for me.
Being with you, even just through conversations or calls
feels light, effortless,
and right in a way
i didn't know i was missing.
There's something in your presence that makes me slow down and breathe.
It's as if simply being around you
makes life softer,
quieter, and warmer.
And in those moments,
I feel a shift inside me
a gentle opening i didn't expect,
a part of myself that had been
waiting for this kind of warmth,
this kind of understanding,
this sense of being seen without judgment.
Sometimes u catch myself
thinking: should i write about you?
Should i try to keep these moments somewhere permanent?
Maybe i want to do it
so that i won't forget you.
There's a part of me that fears
forgetting the people
who've touched my life deeply
they slip away like smoke, no matter how tightly i try to hold on.
Writing feels like a way to keep you here,
to hold on to something precious
before it fades.
I don't know what this is,
or what it means,
or where it's going.
But i wanted to tell you anyway
because even in this uncertainty
I want to honor the way you've
made me feel, the way you've quietly changed something inside me.