I could rush this.
I could say all the right things,
touch all the right places,
make you fall
before you even realize
you're losing balance.
But I won't.
Because I respect you
too much
to love you carelessly.
And still—
don't mistake my patience
for lack of desire.
I want you.
Just… not in a way
that steals your peace.
I want you
in a way
that earns your trust.
That waits
when you hesitate.
That listens
when you don't have words.
But also—
I'll flirt with you
like I have no shame.
I'll look at you
a little too long,
smile a little too knowingly,
and say things
that sit in your mind
long after I'm gone.
Because you deserve
to feel wanted.
Not pressured—
but desired.
Not chased blindly—
but chosen clearly.
And that's what this is.
A choice.
Every time I text you.
Every time I stay.
Every time I don't walk away
when things aren't simple.
I'm choosing you.
And I want you
to feel safe in that.
Safe enough
to be soft.
Safe enough
to be bold.
Safe enough
to admit
that maybe—
just maybe—
you want this too.
And when you do…
when you finally stop holding back—
I'll be right here.
Not rushing you.
Not leaving you.
Just holding the space
where love can grow
without fear.
Because the strongest love
is not the fastest one—
it's the one
that stays
after the excitement
turns into something real.
And I'm not here
for a moment.
I'm here
for you.