Thread 2: The Quiet Confusion

Slowly, our words began to flow,
Little talks, sweet laughs, soft and slow.
He, an early bird, chasing dreams of light,
I, a night owl, in the depths of night.

Sometimes I’d call, my heart afloat,
And he’d tease gently, with a loving note:
“My mother says sleep early… no talking to pretty girls at night,” he’d say,
And with those sweet little words, my worries would simply fly away.

Yet in the flutter of my racing heart,
A question lingered, tearing me apart:
Is this love, or just a spark I feel?
A mystery of emotions, so raw, so real.

And then a shadow crept into my mind,
A glimpse of him with another, I could not rewind.
Was I alone in this delicate dance?
Was my heart the only one caught in this trance?

So I stepped back, cautious, unsure,
Afraid to love if it wouldn’t endure.
For when I love, I give all I am,
And I feared losing what I could not claim.

To be continued…

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