Not because something dramatic happened, but because a conversation opened a door I didn’t even realize was closed. He told me about his past, his breakup, the things he has been carrying quietly. And for the first time, it felt like he wasn’t just speaking—he was opening up.
And listening to him, I realized something about myself too.
Maybe I wasn’t searching for a crush… maybe I wasn’t imagining a relationship… maybe, all along, I just wanted someone I could talk to without pretending.
Someone who listens.
Someone who gets the small pauses, the long sighs, the “I’m okay” that isn’t always okay.
Maybe that’s what he is to me.
There is a calmness between us.
A simple, unspoken comfort.
Not love.
Not obsession.
Not expectations.
Just two people who feel safe around each other without trying too hard.
His vibe is steady, a little guarded, someone who has seen things and learned to stay careful.
Mine is open, reflective, craving expression when it feels right—silent when it doesn’t.
And somewhere in the middle, we meet.
Not as lovers.
Not as strangers.
Just two energies that match in a very specific moment of life.
Maybe what we have is not a “relationship”…
Maybe it’s not even something that needs a label.
Maybe it’s just a space—
a quiet, honest space—
where he can talk about his past
and I can understand my own heart a little better.
And honestly?
For now, that feels enough.