I fell for you in quiet moments.
The way your laugh lingered like sunlight.
The way your hand fit mine as if it had always belonged there.
The way your voice softened the loud world on the days I only wanted to hear your voice and the chaos became silent.
How your eyes held stories you never shared, but I thought I understood anyway.
Those were the parts that made me stay.
The warmth, the pauses, the little gestures that whispered, “I see you,” “I’m proud of you” even when the world didn’t.
Those were the parts I clung to..
the parts that made me believe we could survive everything.
But the sweetness.. the same sweetness was often wrapped in your absence.
The care that touched me was paired with silence that haunted me. I could never read you ..
Your gentleness became a ghost in rooms where your presence should have been.
The love that drew me in was the love that makes me feel liked fall.
And here I am …
I love you for the light in you, the heart in you, the smart in you, the nurture in you, the dad in you, for the edges that felt human, for the tender pieces I thought could save us.
Yet the same hands that lifted me also often releases me.
The same voice that soothed me sometimes left me trembling in emptiness. The same love I submitted and surrendered to was a love that doesn’t always feel like it’ll stay.
And even now, I remember.
remember the sweetness.
I remember the pull.
I remember falling, but parts of me fear the fragile pieces of you won’t allow yourself to ever catch me to break against the landing.
Brielle K
