I woke up to u

I woke up to your text. It wasn’t anything grand, just words on a screen, but somehow it felt like more. Maybe because it was late, maybe because I was half-asleep, but there was something about opening my eyes and finding love waiting for me. It made me feel held, even from a distance.

Before you, I always said i was fine being alone. I had love in abundance—siblings, parents who carried me as their own, friends I could lean on without question. I never lacked warmth, never lacked company. I used to believe that was enough.

And then, you arrived. Sudden, uninvited, and yet so easily rooted in me. I still don’t know how I ended up loving you this much. Sometimes I doubt it all—wonder if you only like me because I like you first, as if you’re humouring me, doing me a kindness. Sometimes I ask myself what you even see in me. Why choose me? What if this is just a game I don’t know I’m playing?

But even in the middle of these restless thoughts, you still make me feel loved in a way no one else does. My family’s love is steady, unshaken. But yours—yours is different. It glows. It warms. When I woke up to your text, I wanted you right there in front of me. I wanted to hold you, quietly, without words. I’ll never tell you this because it feels like too much, but that’s what you do to me.

Loving you feels like throwing everything into a gamble. If it fails, I lose you as someone i love and as someone I call a friend. The risk is heavy. I tell myself to let things flow, but my mind won’t stay still. It circles around our shared circle of friends, around all the ways this could tangle, all the ways it could fall apart.

Still, no matter how loud my thoughts get, i return to the same quiet hope: that you will love me for as long as I love you.