i’m being honest, it didn’t take long.
it didn’t take long at all.
i felt it the first time we met, you looking at me across the table like you already knew something i didn’t.
the second time we saw each other, i remember being surprised by how steady it felt, how strangely familiar you were.
and then there was that moment; me standing alone in your room, quiet walls, soft light, and this feeling rising in my chest like a truth i wasn’t ready to name.
i remember thinking, “why can i feel this?” but what i meant was, why can i feel you? why can i feel us? why can i already see it? and god, i thought of you too much.
your name circling my mind in every quiet moment.
my sister telling me out of nowhere that you liked me, and my heart stumbling, breath catching, because i knew. and i pretended to hesitate, but i wasn’t conflicted. not even for a second.
you bought me flowers in my favourite colour; soft petals i kept touching like proof. you took me out on that date that still feels warm when i think about it. you watched all my movies, even the ones i know you didn’t enjoy, but you stayed beside me anyway, eyes flicking over just to see me smile.
you listen. you compliment me.
you respect me in ways i’m still learning how to receive.
and maybe this is silly, or tender in a way i haven’t said out loud yet, but there’s a crystal under your bed that you don’t know i put there- quiet, hidden, holding all the softness i didn’t know how to tell you.
a tiny secret prayer for you, for us.
and it didn’t take long, no, it didn’t take long at all, for something in me to settle, to breathe, to open. it didn’t take long for me to really, truly love you.