I don't know why, but the first time I talk to the real you, something felt different. It wasn't love, not yet. It was just a small feeling, a quiet curiosity that made me want to know you.

What little things make your heart happy? Maybe that's how beautiful stories begin. Not with a promise, not with certainty, just with a feeling that says, and somehow, maybe that thought alone makes tomorrow feel beautiful.

small moment.
is the beginning
Of something I never expected.
Something beautiful.
is coming .

If I may be selfish for a moment.
Do not ask me to love you sensibly.
I have tried—God knows I have tried.
But every time I convince myself I have finally gathered my heart together,
you smile, and I lose it all over again. It is becoming rather embarrassing.
I have begun to measure my days by the sound of your laughter.
To wonder, did the sky look this beautiful before you existed? Or whether I simply never noticed.

If this is madness, then I pray no one ever cures me,
for I would sooner lose my reason than learn how to love you less.
#someone
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