Don't look at me like that
and expect me to stay calm.
You think I don't notice—
the way your eyes linger
just half a second longer
than they should?
The way your lips
almost say something
and then change their mind?
You think I don't feel it?
I do.
Every. Single. Time.
And it's dangerous.
Because the way I look at you—
it's not innocent anymore.
It's not just admiration.
Not just curiosity.
It's intention.
It's the kind of look
that says—
"If you come any closer,
I won't pretend anymore."
And maybe that scares you.
Maybe that's why
you step back sometimes,
why you laugh things off,
why you turn moments
into jokes
before they become real.
But I see through it.
And still—
I don't rush you.
Because I don't want
a moment.
I want something
that stays
after the tension fades.
But don't mistake
my patience
for weakness.
Because if you ever
stop holding back—
if you ever
look at me
the way I look at you—
then I won't hesitate.
I'll close the distance.
I'll hold that moment
like it was always meant to happen.
And I won't let it slip away
into "what if."
So be careful…
Or don't be.
Because the truth is—
I want you
to stop being careful.