that slow burn

t didn’t arrive like thunder, no sudden spark or dizzy fall just something quiet finding its place between ordinary moments. The way you listen like my words are worth keeping, like silence isn’t empty when we share it. You are gentle in ways the world forgets to be careful with feelings, steady with your kindness, never needing to be loud to be felt. I noticed it slowly how respect can feel like warmth, how love doesn’t have to rush to be real. Somewhere between laughter and the calm of just being, my heart leaned closer without asking permission. And now it rests there, softly, surely learning that love can grow like morning light: quiet, patient, and impossible to ignore.