Is This Love, or Is My Heart Dreaming?

Is This Love, or Is My Heart Dreaming?

I am learning how a heart can shiver with wanting,
carry storms in its chambers,
and let no one hear the thunder.

I love you in the space between heartbeats,
a secret breathing under my skin,
aching to rise to my lips,
yet choosing to remain mine.

You have never said you love me.
I have never said it either.
And yet, my mind is always listening.

When you look at me a second longer,
not staring,
just… staying,
my breath forgets why it came.
I ache with the question,

Is this love, disguised as a look?

Was that love, hiding in your eyes?

“Because where love exists, life seems to wake up.”

When you walk next to me,
close enough to feel,
far enough to ache,
your steps fall into mine like a promise.
My heart leaps before my courage does.
I wonder in that silence
Is this how you say you love me?

Perhaps love is simply, one soul learning the rhythm of another.

You remember small things.
My favourite pen.
The day I was silent.
The way I laughed yesterday.
You say it casually,
like it means nothing,
but inside me,
fireworks open their hands.
I whisper to myself,
Would you notice this much if you didn’t love me?

Love enters the mind gently, almost like a beautiful illness,

quiet at first, yet impossible to ignore.

Sometimes your hand moves,
almost toward mine,
then stops, as if your courage trembled.
That pause hurts,
and heals me, at the same time.
I drown in that moment,
thinking,
Was that your heart reaching for mine?

Pain, after all, is often where light finds its way in.

 When you text late at night,
“Did you reach home?”
such a small sentence,
yet it fills my entire room.
I read it again and again,
until my mind floats,
until my chest feels light.
I smile and ask the dark,
Is this your quiet way of loving me?

Because love is not always declared,Sometimes it is simply lived.

I live between signs and silences.
Between hope and fear.
Between logic and madness.

Some days,
your smile makes me float,
weightless, believing in miracles.
Some days,
your absence pulls me down,
teaching my heart how easily it can fall.

I am anxious.
I am happy.
I am afraid.
I am in love.

I do not know
if you feel the same.

Love feels like one soul, still searching for its echo.

But my heart keeps asking,
every time you move,
every time you speak,
every time you almost touch,

Is this love…
or am I dreaming too deeply?