I’m not looking for you in the crowd—

I’m looking for the pause between words.

Where there’s no need to prove

That we are more than just plans.

I don’t care who we’ll become later,

I don’t bargain with fate or the years.

If you’re here—

Then time can be touched with my hands.

Give me love—not a dream, not a reason,

Not salvation, not a promise to be strong.

Give it to me as water is given:

Silently. Precisely. To the living.

Give me love—without form or weight,

Let it be strange, uneven, honest.

If it’s fire—I’ll take the burn,

Give me love.

Without words.

I’ve seen how people love “for a reason,”

How feelings are weighed and measured by their usefulness.

I don’t need to be a better version—

I just want to be real right here.

You might not know what to do with me,

I don’t know what to do with myself either.

But if we’re both not lying in this moment—

It’s no longer a random glitch.

Don’t fix me.

Don’t save me.

Just don’t leave,

When things aren’t perfect.

Give me love—like a mistake, like a risk,

Like a step into the darkness without guarantees or visas.

Don’t give it forever—give it now,

There’s more truth in this “now” than in “us.”

Give me love—not the pretty kind, but mine,

The kind that breathes, trembles, and asks for no armor.

If we are a choice, not fate,

Give me love.

If you leave—I’ll survive.

If you stay—I’ll change.

I’m not afraid to lose control,

I’m afraid of feeling nothing at all.

Give me love—as a reality, not a role,

Like a warm hand, not a password.

Without “be strong,” without “we’ll get through this,”

Just be.

And that will be enough.

Give me love—not forever, not on loan,

Not to save myself, but to be.

If the world is noise, and we are silence,

Give me love.

Just like that.

If you’re here—

Then I didn’t say it for nothing.

I understand everything