raw feelings

You are the someone I was never meant to have. You are the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong story—and yet I remain here foolishly hoping fate rewrites the ending and that somehow you become mine and I become yours.

Come close. Lay your ear against my chest and be still. Just listen. Feel how hard my heart is beating — how it races for you, how it aches for you, how it has never once beaten this way for anyone else. My heart doesn't know how to belong to anyone but you. It's been yours from the start. Only yours. Always only yours.

Please don't stop loving me; love me until you no longer have the will to love anyone else; until you belong to me forever — just and only me.

Kiss me like that again, and you could make me do anything — leave my world behind, start a new one with you, or just stay here forever.

Your hands on my face — that's where I learn what surrender means. Not defeat. Not weakness. Just this: you, me, and the quiet.

I will never let you go — you are etched into my soul, permanent and unshakable.

I miss u...

Do you think about me everyday?

The best moments of my life are the ones I share with you. Your love feels like touching the sky—limitless, weightless, unreal in the most beautiful way. You lift my spirit without trying, and my soul rises to meet yours, like it’s always known the way.

I think of you every night — every single, night — burning with the need to see you again, to touch you, to feel the moment when waiting finally ends and you're finally mine again.

I'm not an addict, but I need you like one — every day a little more, and I still can't get enough.

You hold what I long for—what stirs me, what pulls me in, what I can’t help but love.

You can talk to me about anything at anytime babe.

Two souls stand inches apart—at times they dissolve into tides, and the dark becomes their endless sea.

I loved you without even knowing it — as if my heart had already memorized your name before my lips ever could. Long before we met, I was already yours.

The agony of waiting for the text that never comes is the silence screaming louder than any words ever could.

I remember the first time our hands reached for each other—how even the slightest touch sent a rush through me, like electricity waking something I didn’t know was there. In that instant, everything changed… because for the very first time, I felt what it truly meant to love.