Until 2 months with her
I didn't know how she looked,
but I already knew how her words made me feel.
I didn't know her voice,
but I'd memorized her silence between the messages.
Love didn't knock.
It texted.
It teased.
It stayed up late.
She wasn't a face on a screen.
She was a feeling in my chest —
the warmth in every "cutie,"
the calm after every chaos,
the smile I wore while reading messages alone at 2am.
Some people fall in love with a voice.
Some with a face.
Me?
I fell in love with her mere presence.
With how she typed "🤡" when mad.
With how she remembered the little things I never expected her to.
With how she replied "😭" when I said she was cute.
But then...
then came the moment which made even my phone blush.
It was her pic
i had imagined her in a thousand ways
and none of em came even close
her eyes were hidden
and i still got lost in them
she had the eyes that made silence forgot It was quiet...
her lips... yes the author is officially speechless
i never knew i would be crazy enough to stare at a pic for days
she was prettier than how i imagined her in my dreams.
I never cared for looks until i saw her
i never cared for pics,
But it was the first one where I stopped.
Stared...
And forgot how to breathe.
She looked nothing like I imagined.
She looked everything like I hoped.
She looked everything i thought was out of my reach.
Eyes that carried galaxies and tiredness both.
A smile that made reality feel fictional.
And somehow, in that still frame
I saw motion.
I saw chapters yet to be written.
I didn't say much when I saw it.
I just stared.
And smiled like a boy who realized
he was already hers before even knowing it.
I have realized, Love doesn't need a face to grow.
But when it finds one,
it blossoms like it never did.