I don't believe
in meaningless touch.
Not with you.
If I hold your hand—
it won't be casual.
It will be
because something inside me
decided
this moment matters.
If I stand close—
it won't be accidental.
It will be
because distance
suddenly feels unnecessary.
And if I ever
touch your face—
gently, slowly—
it won't be a game.
It will be
because I want to remember
exactly how it feels
to be this close to you.
Because you're not
someone I treat lightly.
You're not
a passing attraction.
You're a feeling
I respect
too much
to rush.
And still—
don't think
I don't imagine it.
Don't think
I don't wonder
what would happen
if we stopped pretending
this is just normal.
Because it's not.
There's something here—
in the way we talk,
in the way we pause,
in the way silence
doesn't feel empty
between us.
And I feel it growing.
Slowly.
Strongly.
Honestly.
So when the moment comes—
when distance disappears
and hesitation fades—
I won't hesitate.
But until then—
I'll wait.
Not because I have to.
But because you're worth
doing this right.