We've been acting
like this is normal.
Like the way we look at each other
doesn't mean more
than we admit.
Like the silence
between us
is just silence—
not something
filled with unspoken words.
But it's not nothing.
And you know it.
I know it.
We both feel it—
in the pauses,
in the tension,
in the way
we don't fully let go
when the moment ends.
So why pretend?
Why act like
this is just another connection
that will fade
like the others?
Because it won't.
Not like this.
Not when it feels
this real.
This steady.
This undeniable.
And maybe
we're both waiting—
waiting for the right time,
the right moment,
the right words.
But sometimes…
the right moment
is just honesty.
So here it is—
whatever this is…
I don't want to ignore it.
I don't want to lose it
by pretending
it doesn't matter.
Because it does.
You do.
And if this is the beginning
of something real—
then let's not treat it
like it's nothing.