#lovewithoutlabels

I met you in borrowed light,

not on the stage,

but in the quiet rehearsal

where shadows fell softer than my heartbeat.

A glance, a spark,

a crush I tried to disguise,

yet the universe leaned closer,

whispering—pay attention, this is different.

Days folded into moments,

moments into forever,

until a night painted in black,

roses hidden in my hands,

and chocolates waiting to melt

only for your smile.

You, quiet in sorrow,

yet radiant in laughter—

asking if you deserved this.

And I, trembling with certainty,

knowing you are not your wounds,

but the healing I longed to give.

I have been a wanderer of broken roads,

but in you,

I found the map,

the home,

I drank you like a holy prayer,

Believing heaven breathed in there.

Your voice—a hymn, your touch—a flame,

And yet you never spoke my name.

You were the dawn I ran to meet,

A field of bloom beneath my feet.

But every petal, soft and red,

Was watered by the tears I bled.

You held me close, yet kept me far,

A shadow chasing its own star.

I learned your love was just a door

You let me in, then locked the floor.

Still, I would choose you, every time,

Though loving you became my crime.

For in your arms, the world was right

Even as you slipped from sight.

Now you remain—my sweetest ache,

The kind no other heart can take.

A ghost that warms me in the cold,

A story I am cursed to hold.

I heal, yet never quite repair,

For part of me still lingers there

Where I was yours, though never owned,

He smiled like dawn in a rain-soaked town,

Wore sorrow beneath his buttoned-down frown.

Not for lack of love, but love too much

A gentle storm, a healing touch.

He gave his heart like folded notes,

Tucked in books, in dreams, in coats.

While others asked for roses, gold,

He just wanted a hand to hold.

A forehead kiss. A whispered “stay.”

A voice that wouldn’t drift away.

Not grand parade or diamond rings

Just safety in the little things.

He stood for friends with tear-stained grace,

Wiped off his own without a trace.

When others leaned, he bore their sky,

But no one asked, “Hey… how are you, why?”

He stitched his pain with silent thread,

While holding hope that love’s not dead.

And even when they left him bare,

He still believed in someone there.

A girl who'd see behind the glass,

Not flinch when storms of silence pass.

Who’d hold him close, no need for "strong"

Just hum to him his favorite song.

He’s been the light for those gone dim,

The armor when their walls grew thin.

But oh, he dreamed of resting too

I didn’t write to ask you back

I know the road, I know the lack.

I only write what aches in me,

The things you never got to see.

You looked at me with gentle eyes,

But never stayed to hear the cries.

I smiled so you would feel okay,

And watched myself just drift away.

I gave you silence, not to lie

But so you'd never see me cry.

You always hated broken things,

So I hid all my shattered wings.

I kept your scarf. I wear it still.

It holds no warmth, but haunts me still.

Not for the wool, the shape, the thread

But for the words you never said.

I walk through places we once knew,

But now they bloom in shades of blue.

Your laughter lives in empty space

Like perfume that forgets your face.

And though I know you're doing fine,

There’s still a ghost in every line.

Of texts I typed but never sent

Of nights I broke and you just went.

You’ll never know the weight I bore,

Or what I hid behind that door.

But still I write, though you won’t see

Not for you..

Sobre amar a alguien mayor que tú

Dicen que la edad es solo un número, pero cuando estás con alguien que te dobla la edad, todo el mundo tiene algo que opinar. Lo curioso es que nadie ve lo que pasa cuando se cierran las puertas: la manera en que te escucha, cómo te cuida, cómo te enseña sin imponerse.

No es que esté buscando una figura paterna —porque no lo es. Es alguien que ya vivió muchas cosas y no tiene miedo de sentir, de elegir, de quedarse. Y eso, en un mundo donde todos huyen al primer mensaje sin respuesta, vale oro.