I love you

I love you like a secret the universe almost kept, like something that slipped through the cracks of fate, just to reach my hands.

Like the kind of love that doesn’t arrive loudly, doesn’t knock on the door, doesn’t announce itself with fireworks and witnesses.

No…this one comes like a whisper. Like a breath you didn’t know you were holding, until it finally lets go.

Because loving you feels like finding water, in a place I stopped believing rain could touch.
It feels like being chosen by something gentle, something patient, something that waited for me,
even when I didn’t know how to wait for myself.

And I swear, I have met people who spoke in promises, who dressed their feelings in big words and made love sound like a performance.

But you… you make love feel like a home.
Not the kind with perfect walls, but the kind where my tiredness is allowed to sit down.
Where my silence is not punished. Where my softness doesn’t have to apologize
for existing.

I love you in the way the moon loves the ocean pulling, calling, never asking permission,
just always finding its way back.

And maybe that’s why you scare me a little.Because you feel like the kind of thing
I once prayed forand then stopped praying for
because disappointment became too familiar.But you came anyway.

You came with your eyes full of truth, with your hands full of calm, with your presence so steady it started to teach my heart,
how to stop bracing for impact.

And sometimes I wonder if we were written somewhere not in ink,
not in history books,but in the quiet places.

In the spaces between songs.
In the pause before someone says “I love you” and means it.
In the softest part of a day
when the world isn’t watching. Because loving you feels sacred…
but not the kind of sacred that needs a church.

It’s the kind of sacred that happens when you look at me and I feel seen,
not for what I can give,not for how well I can perform being okay,
but for who I am, when nobody is clapping.

I love you like a secret the universe almost kept,
and maybe that’s why I want to protect it. Not hide it ,just hold it carefully.

Because some loves are too pure, to be thrown into the noise and judged by people
who have never learned how to keep something alive.

So if the world never understands it, if nobody ever writes our names down,
if time tries to erase us, like chalk on a rainy sidewalk,I will still know.

I will still remember the way you changed the air around me.
The way my heart started to believe again.
The way you made me feel like love, wasn’t something I had to earn through pain.

And if this love leaves no record no witness no echo let it be true in the one place that matter, the moment you look at me and something inside you softly says there you are