To fall in love

I wonder what it feels like to slowly become someone's favorite thought, to find a name that makes your heart pause for just a second too long. I wonder what it feels like to have someone notice the little things— the way you laugh when you're nervous, the songs you play when you're sad, the stories you tell when you don't really have a point. I want the kind of love that begins quietly, somewhere between “are you home?” and “text me when you get there.” The kind that grows without either of us noticing, until one ordinary day I look at you and realize— oh. I've fallen. I want the nervous smiles, the accidental touches, the late-night conversations that turn five minutes into three hours. I want to know someone so deeply that their silence has a language and their presence feels like an answer. Maybe that's why I'm not afraid of falling in love. I'm afraid I'll never know what it feels like. Because somewhere inside me is a girl who still believes that love is not supposed to be a grand entrance. Maybe it's just two people choosing each other on ordinary days, again, and again, and again. And maybe someday, someone will look at me the way I've always imagined— like finding me was never an accident. And when that day comes, I hope I don't wonder if it's love. I hope I just know.