✉️ ! ♡

i don’t know what it is about him. maybe it’s the way he carries his gentleness — like a leaf shielding its softness from the wind.

or maybe it’s the way something in me stirs, this quiet ache, this pull. i don’t want anything from him. not his attention, not his confession, not even his knowing.

i just want to be something kind in his orbit. a soft pause between everything else.

if life ever weighs too heavy on him, i wish he’d feel — somewhere in the air, maybe, or in the quiet corners of the day — that someone out there is hoping he’s okay.

that someone would offer their stillness in a heartbeat. that someone would move aside all noise and say “you can rest here. you don’t have to say a thing.”

not out of need.

not out of hope.

just… something in me recognizes something in him.

and i want to be gentle with it.