Aarzooo
Wellknown Ace
Part 4 : A Little Closer to You....
You asked what makes me laugh when nobody's watching.
Perhaps, one day, it'll be you. A ridiculous little joke, a teasing message, or the memory of your smile that finds its way into my thoughts when you're nowhere around.
And on those quiet evenings you wondered about, perhaps I'll catch myself wishing you were there, close enough to hear the thoughts I don't share with everyone, close enough that silence wouldn't feel like something I need to fill.
I think that's what I'd like most about finding you, my stranger. Not having to explain every little thing. Just knowing that sometimes, you'll understand the look on my face before I find the words for it.
And that kiss we've kept hiding between our sentences?
I wonder whether I'll still be so wonderfully articulate when you're standing right in front of me. Perhaps I'll smile instead, look into your eyes a second longer than necessary, and let you discover that I'm not quite as composed as my words might suggest.
You promised to be patient with my walls. Maybe I can let you discover what's behind them, one little piece at a time. And perhaps you'll let me discover you too..
Not just the man who knows how to make a moment sound beautiful, but the one who has his own unspoken thoughts, unexpected tenderness, and little vulnerabilities.
And when we finally meet, I want to hold your hand. I want our fingers to find their way around each other while we look at one another, both suddenly aware of how much can be felt in a moment we've imagined so many times.
Maybe I'll lean a little closer. Maybe I'll let my hand linger in yours, just to see whether you'll hold on a little tighter.
And if you catch me smiling, don't make me explain it. You might be the reason, after all.
I don't expect you to be the man I've imagined in every detail. I want the real you, the one whose presence might turn an ordinary evening into my favourite memory, whose arms I'd want to find after a long day, and beside whom I could be soft without ever feeling less like myself.
So, my stranger, perhaps this is me meeting you halfway—not with a promise, but with a little more honesty about what I'd like to discover.
And tell me something…
When I'm finally standing close enough to feel the warmth of your hand in mine, will you wait for me to make the first move, or will you gently draw me closer and let me know you've been wanting that moment just as much as I have?
Your turn my dear 'not so stranger'...! Perhaps, one day, it'll be you. A ridiculous little joke, a teasing message, or the memory of your smile that finds its way into my thoughts when you're nowhere around.
And on those quiet evenings you wondered about, perhaps I'll catch myself wishing you were there, close enough to hear the thoughts I don't share with everyone, close enough that silence wouldn't feel like something I need to fill.
I think that's what I'd like most about finding you, my stranger. Not having to explain every little thing. Just knowing that sometimes, you'll understand the look on my face before I find the words for it.
And that kiss we've kept hiding between our sentences?
I wonder whether I'll still be so wonderfully articulate when you're standing right in front of me. Perhaps I'll smile instead, look into your eyes a second longer than necessary, and let you discover that I'm not quite as composed as my words might suggest.
You promised to be patient with my walls. Maybe I can let you discover what's behind them, one little piece at a time. And perhaps you'll let me discover you too..
Not just the man who knows how to make a moment sound beautiful, but the one who has his own unspoken thoughts, unexpected tenderness, and little vulnerabilities.
And when we finally meet, I want to hold your hand. I want our fingers to find their way around each other while we look at one another, both suddenly aware of how much can be felt in a moment we've imagined so many times.
Maybe I'll lean a little closer. Maybe I'll let my hand linger in yours, just to see whether you'll hold on a little tighter.
And if you catch me smiling, don't make me explain it. You might be the reason, after all.
I don't expect you to be the man I've imagined in every detail. I want the real you, the one whose presence might turn an ordinary evening into my favourite memory, whose arms I'd want to find after a long day, and beside whom I could be soft without ever feeling less like myself.
So, my stranger, perhaps this is me meeting you halfway—not with a promise, but with a little more honesty about what I'd like to discover.
And tell me something…
When I'm finally standing close enough to feel the warmth of your hand in mine, will you wait for me to make the first move, or will you gently draw me closer and let me know you've been wanting that moment just as much as I have?
