I don’t really know how to explain this feeling.
It’s not loud or dramatic —
it doesn’t come with warning signs or fireworks.
It’s just... there.
Every single time I see you.
Like a quiet knock in my chest,
a little jolt that says,
“Yep, it’s still you.”
Time moves on —
days turn into years,
people change,
but this feeling?
It stays the same.
If anything, it’s gotten stronger,
heavier in the best kind of way.
You walk into a room
and suddenly I remember everything I thought I’d forgotten.
What I want.
Who I am.
Where I belong.
You do that to me —
bring me back to myself.
Because you're not just someone I love.
You’re home.
You’re peace.
You’re that deep sigh I didn’t know I was holding.
That calm after the chaos.
With you, things make sense —
not always in words,
but in how the world feels less heavy when you’re around.
Like maybe I don’t have to fight so hard.
Like maybe I can just... be.
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