“Where We Ended Up”

We never meant to fall in love. Not really.

Not in the way songs write about, not in the way people warn you.

You were just you— loud when I was quiet,

a little messy, a little magic, and all mine without ever being mine.

And I was just there— laughing at your stupid jokes,

sharing secrets under cheap café lights, pretending I didn’t notice

how your eyes always found me first.

There were nights we sat too close and didn’t move.

Mornings you’d say my name like it meant something more.

But we danced around the fire, barefoot, brave, and blind.

Afraid to ruin what already felt like everything.

 

Until one day— you reached for my hand and didn’t let go.

 

No grand confession. No trembling voices. Just your fingers laced in mine

like they belonged there, like they always had.

And suddenly, the years made sense— the almosts, the silences,

the way my heart always slowed when you smiled.

We were never just friends, not really.

We were a slow story with no title—

until we wrote the ending ourselves.

 

And now, you’re still loud. I’m still quiet.

But we’ve learned to meet in the middle— in the pauses between kisses,

in the quiet hum of shared mornings.

And every time you say 

“I love you,”

it feels like coming home to a place I never knew

I’d always been.

                        

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