Want to Claim Waiting to be claimed
She decided long ago that love was safer in books than in real life.
She lives a simple life. Careless in little things. Careful in big ones. She doesnât like making decisions. She prefers when thereâs only one way forward â so if something goes wrong, she can blame the situation instead of herself.
And maybe⌠most of us do the same.
She isnât very talkative. Not because no one listens â but because she believes the more people understand you, the more power they have to break you.
No, she has never had her heart broken. But she has seen enough people fall apart in love. She believes you donât always have to bleed to understand pain âsometimes watching others is enough.
To her, love is a beautiful illusion. Something people perform until it becomes inconvenient. So she made a quiet promise to herself â she will never fall in love.
And yet⌠Her heart aches for the kind of affection she reads in novels. She imagines herself as the main character. Soft glances. Slow confessions. A love that feels safe.
But if love ever knocked on her door â she would shut it without hesitation. Because wanting love and trusting love are two very different things.
She doesnât know that somewhere in the same city, someone has already noticed her.
For him, it wasnât love at first sight.
Then something deeper he couldnât name.
She wasnât easy to observe â she lived quietly, almost invisibly. But he noticed. The way she cries alone, hiding her face as if tears are a crime. The tiny happy dance she does when things go her way. The way she pretends to be strong when no one is watching. He knows her routine better than she does.
Day by day, he found himself drawn in.
Or was he falling for the parts of her she hides from the world?
He wanted to know everything â her strengths, her fears, her secrets.
But to stand beside her in battles she doesnât even realize sheâs fighting.
He doesnât want to claim her. He wants to be claimed by her.
He respects her choices. He would never force his way into her life. But leaving her alone was never an option he considered.
He has always been the kind of man who bends situations to his will. People adjust. Circumstances fall into place. No situation. No person. Has ever changed him.
He doesnât fully understand why he is willing to bend â to soften, to reshape himself. He tells himself that changing for her is devotion. That reshaping himself to fit her standards is proof of how deeply he feels. And if he is not the kind of man she would choose â he will become one.
He will carve himself into something she cannot refuse. Not because she asked him to. But because he decided she is worth becoming better for. He doesnât see this as obsession. He calls it patience.
He knows she isnât ready to meet him yet.So he stays in the shadows.
Or maybe⌠âProtecting herâ is just the excuse he gives himself to keep watching.
And when that day finally comesâŚ
will she let him in â or shut the door before he even speaks?
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
origamiaround
andulkaphoto
janainaart
