The Intangible Things Poem by Biyaya Y.

The way you love me is different.
Different from what I thought love was, or what I had come to know it to be.

You care about the wounds no one else sees.
You care about my healing.
You care about my healed scars and how they have shaped me.

You want me to heal completely.
You want me to be whole...
To be happy again.

You asked all the right questions.
The meaningful ones.
You helped me unburden the weight I have carried for so long.

You always say,
'Forgive and let it go...
Those people didn't know better too.
There is no manual for some things.'

I told you I was sad over a text message,
and you immediately picked up your phone to call me,
wanting to know, in detail, what was bothering me and why I was hurting.

You comforted me with your words
and made sure I was okay before we ended the call.

You notice the smallest shifts in my mood,
the slightest change in the tone of my voice.
You always want to know the reason why.

Even when you're with your friends,
you still make time to call and message me.

Indeed, if you are a priority to someone,
they will make time for you,
even in their busiest moments.
You are living proof of that.

It's the calmness in your voice...
The way you say, 'Hello...'
It makes me weak in the knees.

How I love your voice.
It brings me peace
and makes my heart feel warm.

Thinking of you
makes me smile.
It makes me giggle.

To me,
it's the intangible things that matter.

The little thoughts.
The quiet kindness.
The way you always choose to care.

I think...
I've fallen in love with you.