In the Space Between Us
Is this my mind running in circles, or my heart finally telling the truth? I miss you most when you’re not beside me. I hold words on my tongue, afraid they’ll turn into jokes or be met with silence that feels heavier than laughter. You say you love me. I believe you. But sometimes love should lean closer, not stand at a distance. I wonder if you see me the way I see you. If losing me would ever scare you the way losing you scares me. Maybe you weren’t ready for the weight of choosing someone. But I was. I am. I choose you in the morning, in the quiet, in the effort. All I ask is to feel chosen back. Don’t make me question my place. Show me the path to your heart. Show me intention, and I’ll bring patience. I don’t want to hurt for someone who can’t see me the way I see her. If we’re meant to last, it won’t be perfection that saves us, but understanding. Consideration. The courage to speak instead of walking away. So, tell me is ...