I Love You

The truth is, I’ve fallen for you.

It wasn’t a choice I made; it just happened quietly,

growing in the spaces between our conversations.

In fact, I thought I would never feel this again.

I was broken inside,

convinced I was incapable of loving or being loved.

But the desire grew with each passing day—

a slow, steady hunger to love you,

and the impossible wish to be loved by you in return.

I will stop writing now,

for it feels pointless.

I cannot express my love to you

for fear of losing the “us” we already have.

So I will say it here,

Just to make my heart happy for a moment:

I love you very much , baby.

And now, I’ll let the ink dry.

I’ll fold this feeling small enough to hide,

and carry the weight of it, gladly, in your presence.