Oh, Little made up moments

i don't really write stories. i write moments.
the kind that feel like random romantic moments-soft, a little chaotic,
stick around too long, and say the stuff we pretend not to care about.
for the kind of people who flinch when asked to open up,
who care more than they should but hide it well,
who carry softness like a secret they're scared to spill.
not plot. not perfection. just feelings caught mid-thought.
i wish these little scenes were there. maybe for you, maybe for me.
open to your daydreams-always.