I still remember how the room went quiet the very first time you looked at me.
There were no loud fireworks or grand movie scenes, just the sudden, comforting realization that my eyes had finally found a place to rest.
You smiled, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't in a rush to be anywhere else.
It was always in the quiet, overlooked details.
The way your knuckles accidentally brushed against mine, sending a soft electricity straight to my chest.
I spent hours staring at my ceiling later that night, replaying the sound of your laugh in the dark, terrified and thrilled by how effortlessly you were becoming my favorite habit.
Loving you felt like learning how to breathe all over again.
It wasn't a heavy storm or a destructive fire; it was the gentle morning sun warming up a cold room.
I started memorizing the shape of your hands, the exact pitch of your voice when you were sleepy, and the way you looked at me like I was the only person who mattered in a crowded space.
They say first loves are just meant to be lessons, but you were the safest place my heart ever landed.
Thinking of our beginning doesn't bring an ache, only a soft, lingering warmth that settles in my bones.
You taught my walls how to come down without fear, and showed me that to be truly seen by someone is the most beautiful kind of magic.
So tonight, I just let the thought of you wash over me.
There is no bitter end to trace, no sadness to carry, just the pure, undeniable truth that we happened.
You were the very first page of my favorite story, the gentle spark that made me believe in romance, and forever the sweetest memory my soul gets to keep.
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Whispers & Echoes: A Poetry Collection
PoetrySome thoughts are too soft to speak out loud - they only live as whispers. Others linger long after they're gone, turning into echoes that follow wherever you go. This collection gathers those quiet moments: love and longing, joy and heartache, hope...
