"The Kind of Love That Doesn't Echo"
I do not need the world to know.
I only ask for one gaze — undivided,
in a moment where silence is enough
to name what we never dared to speak.
This is not about parades or declarations.
This is about the quiet kind of love
that folds itself in corners of waiting rooms,
in breathless seconds between
a goodbye and a promise.
I don’t need fireworks.
But I need a hand
that doesn’t drop mine
when no one’s looking.
I don’t ask for loud.
I ask for real.
For the kind of love that chooses me
when no one else is watching.
The kind that doesn’t blink
when it’s time to stay.
I’ve memorized every half-hour,
every borrowed second,
just to stretch the space
between what is, and what can’t be.
But tell me this—
when it’s your heart that’s asked to choose,
will you still whisper my name
in places that forbid echoes?
Will you still reach for me
in a world where your hands
are already spoken for?
Don’t kiss me in the dark
if you can’t hold my face in the light.
Don’t call me "home"
if I will always be your hiding place.
I can wait in silence.
But not in shame.
I can be private.
But not a secret.
Because this love—
it’s too whole
to keep in the shadows.
𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮
