If only falling in love were like staring into the entire world standing before you, like a whole universe gazing into your eyes, glittering with adoration, respect, understanding and longing. love feels like something quiet that never really leaves. not heavy, not demanding… just there, like a warmth that settles in without asking. It doesn’t try to be noticed, doesn’t ask to be returned, doesn’t make things complicated. It just stays soft.
It’s in the way someone can exist without being touched or held, and still be cared for in the gentlest way. No need to change them, no need to be closer than what feels right. just letting them be, without turning love into something they have to carry.
There’s a small ache in it too, but it isn’t sharp. It doesn’t hurt in a way that breaks, more like something that quietly reminds… that this matters. and even if nothing comes from it, even if it remains unnoticed, it doesn’t fade or turn bitter.
it just stays the same. calm. a little distant, a little warm… like something that was never meant to be held, but still meant something anyway.