The day she looked at me, I knew I'd always be in love with her.
Now people pass it off, saying it was just infatuation. And maybe it was, I don't know.
But if it wasn't love, what was it?
Just stolen glances at each other? Just the restlessness in my tummy when I saw her right in front of me? The feeling that this girl was about to turn my whole life upside down and I would not only let her but probably thank her for the same?
Love, I have found, is easy to understand but hard to define. And that was exactly how it was with the two of us.
We looked and passed each other, I smiled, and she smiled back, her head going down a little shyly as we thought that someone should break this tension that exists. Or was it just me who imagined it?
Funny, isn't it? You spend all of your life learning how to speak and what to speak and your tongue decides to betray you right when you need it the most. My lips parted but no words came out. She still looked as beautiful as she'd ever done standing in front of me. Like an angel who could blind you if you stared at her a little too intently.
It wasn't love, maybe, but it wasn't infatuation either. Maybe some relationships do not need a name.
Maybe some things do not exist in the seconds of time, but in the gap between them ✨❤️✨
Now people pass it off, saying it was just infatuation. And maybe it was, I don't know.
But if it wasn't love, what was it?
Just stolen glances at each other? Just the restlessness in my tummy when I saw her right in front of me? The feeling that this girl was about to turn my whole life upside down and I would not only let her but probably thank her for the same?
Love, I have found, is easy to understand but hard to define. And that was exactly how it was with the two of us.
We looked and passed each other, I smiled, and she smiled back, her head going down a little shyly as we thought that someone should break this tension that exists. Or was it just me who imagined it?
Funny, isn't it? You spend all of your life learning how to speak and what to speak and your tongue decides to betray you right when you need it the most. My lips parted but no words came out. She still looked as beautiful as she'd ever done standing in front of me. Like an angel who could blind you if you stared at her a little too intently.
It wasn't love, maybe, but it wasn't infatuation either. Maybe some relationships do not need a name.
Maybe some things do not exist in the seconds of time, but in the gap between them ✨❤️✨