WRITTEN, NOT SPOKEN

 I never imagined love could feel this intense from a distance.

I didn’t even know you existed until the day my eyes met you
and for a moment, my heart forgot how to be steady.
If love at first sight exists, I thought, then maybe this was it.

What I felt was unfamiliar.
Quiet. Genuine.
A kind of love that brought peace just by thinking of you.
I didn’t know then whether it was real love,
but I knew it was changing me.

It changed how I thought.
How I saw the world.
And most importantly, it awakened something meaningful in me.
Some might call it HEALING.
I call it TRANSFORMATION.

I often return to that first glance,
wondering how something so brief could feel so deep.
And yes, you could say this kind of love should be spoken
but I found peace elsewhere.

On paper.

My pen kept moving,
my ink holding the feeling with softness.
This is where I placed what I felt
not loudly,
not to be seen,
just honestly.

When I tried to say it out loud, the words grew quieter.
That’s when I understood:
some feelings are not meant to be spoken,
but to be felt fully
and kept gently.

I don’t yet know what they are meant to become.
And maybe that’s the beauty of it.
I like this love quietly!