The Moment I Realized Your Heart Chose Mine

I start with the way you look at me,

soft, almost startled,

as if love arrived early

and refused to wait at the door.

There’s a warmth in it,

something that steadies my pulse

even when the rest of the world

is all noise and stumbling light.

Every time you smile,

I feel that rush,

not loud, not wild,

just real enough to tilt the ground

a little closer beneath my feet.

It’s strange how certainty can bloom

in an ordinary room,

how a single glance

can taste like forever beginning.

Something changes.

A shift so gentle

I almost miss it,

a truth rising in me,

quiet but undeniable.

I’m not imagining this.

I’m not reaching for something

that refuses to reach back.

Your love is here,

steady as my breath,

woven through every moment

you choose to stay.

Suddenly the world feels larger,

like there’s room now

for a future shaped

by the way you hold me

as if you’re afraid to let go

and somehow unafraid at the same time.

I don’t need grand gestures

or perfect timing.

I just need this,

your heart leaning into mine,

your voice softening

when you say my name,

your presence proving

that real love doesn’t shout,

it settles in

and changes everything.