maybe it's just a fling.
maybe i was just bored.
maybe i needed a distraction
from the routine, the fights,
the way she stopped kissing me with meaning.
i loved her.
i did.
i still do.
i think.
but then there was you—
with your cold brew and broken strings,
your messy notes and midnight talks,
your unbothered laugh
that made silence feel full.
you weren't like other girls.
you didn't try to be soft,
you were.
you didn't beg to be understood,
you understood.
and you—
you saw me.
not the boyfriend.
not the man with good cologne.
not the one who always seemed to know what to say.
you saw the boy
who still missed his dad.
who still faked confidence.
who still had no idea
what the fuck he was doing with his life.
and i don't know why—
but looking at you
felt like looking in a mirror.
not the kind that flatters,
but the kind that strips you naked
with just one glance.
and god,
that terrified me.