~𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞~

Love is a quiet breath between heartbeats,

a gentle light that warms the darkest corners.

It grows slowly, tenderly—

Until it becomes the only thing you feel.

I didn’t like him at first.

No—hate feels more honest.

He was a storm I didn’t want to stand in—

His presence, a weight that silenced the room,

His words sharp but spoken with quiet strength.

The kind of man you promise yourself to keep at a distance…

Yet somehow, you find yourself pulled closer, again and again.

He watched—

Not with eyes that demanded, but with ones that understood too much.

It was unsettling, the way he saw through the walls I built.

I fought it, pushing back with every word,

Each glance a battle of wills neither of us wanted to lose.

Sometimes, when he thought I wasn’t looking,

I caught the flicker of something softer in his gaze—

A tenderness hidden beneath the weight of his silence.

It confused me, made me question the line between hate and something I wasn’t ready to name.

Days have a way of softening the hardest edges.

Between our battles and the stolen moments,

The hatred slowly melted away—

And somewhere in that fragile space,

I forgot how to breathe without him.

I told myself it was his smile I loved—

but I lied.

It was his eyes.

God, those eyes.

Dark, steady, unyielding…

The kind that don’t just look at you—

They take you apart, piece by piece,

And keep what they find.

There was a storm inside him I never dared to touch,

but somehow, I was drawn to it—

Pulled into the darkness and warmth that lived beneath his silence.

I told myself I was safe as long as I kept my distance,

But the distance vanished before I even realized it was gone.

When he spoke, his voice was low and certain,

Pulling me deeper into a world I thought I didn’t belong in—a world where I was no longer afraid.

I never meant to fall.

But love like his doesn’t ask.

It doesn’t claim.

It consumes.

And the moment I realized I couldn’t walk away—was the moment I was already lost.