They say
love should be calm—
but no one warned me
about the chaos
you would bring
so beautifully.
Because you don't enter my life—
you happen to it.
Like a sudden rain
when the sky looked harmless.
Like a heartbeat
that forgets its job
just to stare at you.
And I know—
I know I look at you
like I've already decided something
you haven't even agreed to yet.
But tell me—
How am I supposed to act normal
when you stand that close?
When your voice
lowers just enough
to make everything else irrelevant?
When your smile
feels like an invitation
you pretend you didn't send?
Don't play innocent.
You know exactly
what you're doing.
And honestly—
I love it.
Because I'm not here
for safe love.
I'm here for real love.
The kind that makes me say things
I usually keep hidden.
Like how I want
to hold your face
just to see
if you'll close your eyes
or keep looking at me
like this moment matters too.
Like how I imagine
what it would feel like
if you stopped pretending
and just… stayed.
But listen carefully—
This isn't obsession.
This is choice.
I choose you
even when you confuse me.
I choose you
even when you go quiet.
I choose you
not because you're perfect—
but because you're real
in a way
I can't ignore.
And if loving you
feels a little dangerous—
good.
Because safe love
never made anyone feel alive.
So no—
I'm not fixing this.
I'm not stepping back.
I'm not pretending
this is something small.
You are not small to me.
You are
the kind of feeling
people write about
when they finally stop lying
to themselves.
And I'm done lying.
I want you.
Fully.
Honestly.
Unapologetically.