Am I in Love?
His smile oh, that smile. The way it curves, the way it lingers, the way it tugs at something deep inside me. His smirks, his laughter… they sound like bells to my ears, a melody only my heart knows how to dance to. He never fails to put a smile on my lips, never fails to make the world feel lighter just by existing in it.
And his voice, God, his voice. A sound I could listen to for hours, for days, for a lifetime, and still crave more. It's the kind of voice that settles into your bones, that turns even the simplest words into something precious.
I care for him more than anyone else, not like family, not like a friend, but something deeper, something more. When I see him from a distance, I recognize him instantly, as if my heart knows before my eyes do. In a sea of people, I find him without even looking, as if my soul is tuned to him alone.
And when he's close, when he leans in, when he stands just a breath away, my heart betrays me, racing, pounding, screaming things I refuse to admit. I said to myself be serious okay? No silly thoughts. But then, why is my face warm? Why is my smile so ridiculously soft?
Blushing? Me? No way.
Then again… maybe.
Maybe it's love. Or maybe it's something just as terrifying. But if I have to ask, Am I in love? But honestly don't I already know the answer?