soft, unexpected, yet somehow known.
A warmth that settled in my chest,
a spark i never meant to hold.
We spoke and time bent,
moments stretching, folding into something real.
Five days, your touch like a secret,
fingertips tracing promises we didn’t dare to speak.
The night held us, breath and skin,
whispers tangled in the dark.
I felt you, closer than a memory,
like something i wasn’t ready to lose.
Too soon, too fast, too much to dream,
but tell me, do you feel it too?
A whisper, a promise, an almost love,
waiting for a chance to bloom.
- to Mr. Nice Guy on February 2025
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