I did not fall for you all at once—
it was quieter than that.
A gradual forgetting of the world
whenever your name entered the room.

You have a way of undoing time.
Minutes soften around you.
Even my thoughts slow down,
as if they’d rather stay with you than arrive anywhere else.

I love how you exist without asking permission—
how your laughter rewrites the air,
how your silence still speaks to me
in a language I didn’t know my heart remembered.

When you look at me,
it feels like being chosen without audition,
like rest after a long road
I didn’t realize I was walking alone.

If love is a place,
then you are not the destination—
you are the feeling of knowing
I no longer need to search.