This isn't just attraction.
If it was—
it would've faded by now.
It would've stayed
on the surface—
in looks,
in moments,
in temporary sparks.
But this—
this keeps growing.
Even in silence.
Even when we're not trying.
Even when nothing
is happening—
something is.
And that's how I know
this is different.
Because chemistry
can be loud—
but this…
this is steady.
This is the kind of connection
that doesn't need
constant attention
to survive.
It just… exists.
And pulls.
And stays.
And yes—
I still feel it
when you're close.
That tension.
That quiet electricity.
The kind that makes me wonder
how long we'll keep pretending
this is normal.
Because it's not.
You're not someone
I can treat casually.
Not someone
I can forget easily.
You've already crossed
that line—
where feelings
become real.
And I don't want
to go back.
I don't want
something lighter.
Something easier.
I want this.
Whatever this is—
I want to explore it,
build it,
understand it.
With you.