Ten Things I Love About You But Have Never Told You

Moments of being, and you in all of them

It comes to me now, as I sit with the sound of rain pressing at the windows, that the moments (in books, films, life) which I think the most poignant are not those filled with words, but those suspended – half-said, unsaid, caught between breath and silence. I have been thinking about love. Not the kind with denouements and curtain calls, but the quieter kind, the kind that rests in the spaces of things left unsaid.

There are things I never told you – not because I did not know them, but because they seemed, somehow, to already be known. In the dark, your hand at the hollow of my back. The way you notice the world as I notice it – the clouds, music, that certain line in a book. The weight of your attention, like sunlight settling over skin.

And perhaps love, like breath, is unnoticed until we pause. Until we turn back and see that it was there all along, humming steadily beneath the noise. So this isn’t a confession. Not even a declaration. Just a note, maybe. A record of what I already knew.

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