Last Words {Minghao}

I met you in the dark, and the world suddenly seemed brighter, like everything around us came alive. You lit me up in ways I never thought possible, making me feel like I mattered, like I was enough-like the pieces of me that I'd always kept hidden were worthy of being seen.
We danced the night away, caught in the rhythm, laughing, living, without a care in the world. Maybe we drank a little too much, but who was counting? The moment felt like it could stretch on forever.
Then there was that moment-when you leaned over the side and I could feel the warmth of your body against mine. You looked up at me through blurry eyes, that same smile creeping across your face, and for a second, time seemed to stop. It was just the two of us. I could've sworn the world had faded away.
You smiled, a little shy and a little broken, and I whispered over your shoulder. "Stay."
For a moment, I was stone-cold sober. The weight of that moment hit me, even in my drunken haze. You were there, right there in my arms, and I could feel my heart racing-maybe because I knew I didn't want this to end. But I pulled you closer to me, just for a second, breathing you in, not wanting to let go.
I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to step away from the warmth of your skin, from the way everything felt right with you in my arms. But I couldn't let myself admit it-not yet.
I knew I loved you then, though I never said it aloud, never gave you the words you deserved. I played it cool, masking my feelings with the excuse that I didn't want to scare you away. I was terrified of letting go, of putting myself out there and risking it all, even though deep down, I knew I needed you. I needed you in ways I couldn't explain.
But you never knew. I never showed you.