I fell for you somewhere between
the warmth of your laughter
and the quiet after you said my name—
somewhere the world went soft,
and suddenly,
you were the brightest thing in it.
You came into my life
like sunlight spilling through curtains,
slow and golden,
touching places in me
I had forgotten were there.
I began noticing everything—
the way your eyes linger,
the curve of your smile,
the little pause before you speak,
the way an ordinary moment
feels almost sacred
when I'm standing beside you.
And somehow,
without asking permission,
my heart began making a home
out of the thought of you.
Now you live in the quiet moments—
in songs I hear differently,
in sunsets I wish you could see,
in the first thought that finds me
when morning opens its eyes.
I don't remember the exact moment
I fell in love with you.
Maybe there wasn't one.
Maybe love was simply
a thousand tiny moments—
your smile, your voice, your touch,
your presence becoming familiar—
until one day I looked at you
and realized:
I wasn't falling anymore.
I had already fallen.
And I didn't want to be caught.
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