It wasn't her plan to fall in love,
It wasn't his plan to stay.
But it wasn't surprising either,
How can two people fall
on a random night.
It was the way he remembers that she does not drink coffee,
and that she wants her Milo in two because of the sweetness and her ocd.
It was the way he explained the jokes to her,
and he would still continue joking regardless.
The way he waits for her to smile after a long, tiring day,
as if it's the only agenda he actually wants to care about.
It was the way their conversations stayed in the room
even long after they ended.
Because that's how she is to him.
He made no promises to keep.
He wasn't ready to cross the line either.
They were just a connection waiting to happen.
Waiting for one party to ruin the friendship.
He knew she belonged to other people.
He knows about her life and how she tries to help others.
He knew some version of her
that others do not know.
And somewhere in that knowing chaos
between the ".. how's your day?"
and all the "..take care of yourself today!"
Was a love they were not willing to admit.
Not yet.
No one knew.
Not their friends nor the people around them.
But she carries his warmth in all the places she goes.
She carries his reminders like a love note.
She carries his love like a sleeve; no one knows where it came from.
But they know it's hers.
Not all love should be loud.
They did not intend to, for one.
Some love just waits.
Some love is just there.
Some love is just love.
Right there.
And this is their in between.
I wanted to say hello, but never actually sent the message. It wasn't because I wasn’t willing to make contact; rather, I thought that popping up out of the blue would be a kind of trespass. I was scared to death that if I started suddenly, you would shut the door before I could see you. I didn’t want to be amongst all the other interruptions in your life that vanish as soon as you hit block, or be the reason for your reflex of self-protection. So I went away without saying goodbye, keeping it in my pocket. But here, talking honestly in your own gentle manner, I can sense that something has changed. A tiny authorization. A small glow. It was enough for me to respond not only with words but with commitment to everything you wrote. That is exactly what I am indebted to you for: your time, not your value judgments. The way you portray yourself is not a mere characterization but a look - a look that shows how your total inner world is affected and how your heart is both your guide and ...