Between Bruises and Blooms

Maybe it isn’t love yet.

Maybe it’s just the way my world leans whenever you walk into it.

Maybe it’s why I keep finding reasons to stay a little longer, to answer a little slower, to memorize things I pretend not to notice.

The curve of your smile.

The softness in your voice when you forget to guard yourself.

The way you make ordinary moments feel like they deserve to be written down.

If this isn’t gravity, then tell me why I keep falling without ever touching the ground.