There was something magnetic,
A pull that hummed…soft but prophetic.
They say when you stop searching, you get it.
I wasn’t searching, just drifting, and somehow we met it.
Two weeks of words before we met in the flesh,
Screens glowing late, confessions half-sketched.
I worried real life might flatten the trance,
But you arrived, the light shifted, leaning to chance.
A language gap, tripping on phonetics,
But you caught the meaning through the missteps and edits.
Not just words, but rhythm and eyes,
A gaze that steadied me, unfastening my disguise.
You noticed the lanes that I live in,
The pauses in my breathing,
The things I found hard and what gave me meaning
At the beach, where the wind curled salt around the sand,
You buried your toes, blushing as I kissed your hand.
Pink sky behind us, pink on your cheeks,
We spoke without speaking; eyes transfixed
All the lives I’ve had, stitched through ruptures,
Mosaic of fractures, shaping my structure.
I won’t pour myself into the cracks of someone else’s, just to belong,
With you, I heard the harmony I’d been missing all along.
Minha querida, queres ser a minha namorada?
Not rehearsed, just a smile that escaped,
A thought half-joking, half-fated, fully shaped.
Because at my very best, or my absolute worst,
It seems you’d still find something of worth.
Notes:
- This didn’t end the way I hoped. It was a case of right person, wrong timing, we were in different stages of figuring ourselves out. But maaan, the spark was real. For a while, everything felt electric, magnetic… like the world had tilted slightly in our favour.
- I wanted to capture that first rush, when chemistry feels undeniable, when you start imagining futures that don’t even exist yet, when pain doesn’t even register because the present is too bright. It’s a beautiful illusion (even if it’s just chemical). It shows me how powerful connection and love can feel, even when fleeting.
- I’m aware…my head is in the clouds, but I’d have it no other way.
- I’ve always arrived with open hands; a devastating trait of relentless optimism, the belief that every encounter could turn into something profound (even though I give off serious black cat energy)
- It’s taken me a while to understand that a breakup doesn’t equal failure or mistake. It’s just a turning point. Every relationship has: taught me something, stretched me, challenged me, stopped me from backsliding into older patterns. Even the short-lived ones serve their purpose.