I want to walk slowly towards you
While looking in your eyes
Slowly hold your hand
Feel you breathe
Feel the warmth of your presence.
A 90s rock ballad hums somewhere behind us,
the kind that understands longing,
the kind that lingers
even after the last note fades.
I want to feel it again—
the butterflies,
the trembling joy of slow dancing,
the kind that makes my chest ache
in the best way.
I want to cry
not from pain,
but from the overwhelming sweetness
of being chosen in that moment.
I want to be romantic
without fearing my own softness,
without apologizing
for how deeply I feel.
I want the kind of love
movies try to imitate—
where someone sings
"You and Me" by Lifehouse,
and strangers around us
smile,
envy quietly,
and understand
They're witnessing something rare.
Something meant
only for the special ones.
I want to feel loved—
not generally,
not casually—
but specifically,
intentionally,
vulnerably.
I want a love
that holds me gently
where I am most open,
and stays.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
