I don't remember when I fell for you.
There was no beginning I could trace back to,no moment I could hold onto and say—it started here.
It was quiet.
So quiet that I didn't even notice it at first.
Just a feeling…soft, unfamiliar—that slowly found its place in my heartand chose to stay.
August stayed longer than it should have.
Or maybe…
I just didn't want those days to end.
10 August
He texted me "good morning" today.I don't know why… but it felt like my day started because of him.
We were still at home.
Holidays extended, days slow and quiet—nothing much to do, nowhere to go.
But somehow…
my days didn't feel empty anymore.
Because they had you.
Every morning began the same way.
A message from you.
Simple. Ordinary.
"Good morning."
But it never felt ordinary to me.
"It's strange how a simple message from the right person can feel like the beginning of something beautiful."
And then the day would pass…
slowly, quietly—
until night came.
That was my favorite part.
13 August
We talked for hours today.About nothing… and everything at the same time.
Late-night conversations became our thing.
Not serious.Not meaningful.
Just… us.
Stupid questions.
"If you suddenly became a cartoon character, which one would you be?"
And imagine what could be his answer..?
"Shinchan" his favorite and somewhere mine too.
"We laughed over cartoons like kids, and in those moments… I felt the prettiest version of myself."
Questions that didn't make sense.
Answers that didn't matter.
But you still answered every single one of them.
Without getting annoyed.Without making me feel childish.
You stayed.
You listened.
You laughed.
"I think I started loving you in the moments where you didn't make me feel like I was too much."
We talked about random things.
Things I don't even remember now.
But I remember the feeling.
Light.
Warm.
Safe.
I didn't have to act mature around you.Didn't have to choose my words carefully.
I could be stupid.Weird.Completely unfiltered.
And you never once complained.
Instead…
you enjoyed it.
Just like I did.
16 August
I like talking to you.More than I should.
I don't know how it felt so different.
So comforting.
So easy.
Like something I had been missing…without even realizing it.
"With you, everything felt lighter… like I could finally breathe without thinking too much."
Days passed like this.
Morning messages.Night conversations.
And somewhere in between—
you quietly became a part of me.
20 August
I think this has become my habit now.And I don't know how to stop.
I tried to understand it.
Tried to name it.
But I couldn't.
All I knew was—
I couldn't escape it.
And maybe…
I didn't want to.
"Some habits don't feel like habits… they feel like home."