Part 2 - Before I Let You Closer
My Stranger, Have You Thought This Through?
You're asking what I'll do
with your first move...
What makes you think
I haven't been fighting
the urge to make one, too?
There's a dangerous little space
between wanting someone
and daring to walk towards them,
where unsent words linger,
unspoken messages gather,
and stolen glances say
what pride won't let us.
And perhaps, just perhaps,
I want to linger there a little longer,
not because I don't want you closer,
but because I'm still learning
to let my unguarded self
reach beyond the walls
my guarded heart has built.
For I've never been good
at wanting things halfway.
But before I take that step,
I want to know what waits ahead,
whether this feeling is worth
the vulnerability it asks of me,
whether there's something real
beneath the words we've said.
I want the silence between us to break,
but never lose its beauty.
I want our closeness to fill the quiet,
not steal its peace.
And yes, I might want that kiss, too,
but I think I can wait.
Perhaps my lips are still learning
the courage it takes
to meet yours halfway.
And isn't it ironic
to call you "my dear stranger"?
Let me take the "dear" away
until you've earned its place.
"My stranger", then.
You may find me soft,
but don't mistake my softness for surrender.
I have a heart of my own,
a mind that questions everything,
and walls I've spent years building
just to feel safe within myself.
Whenever something beautiful
stands before me,
a familiar voice whispers:
"Walking away is easier.
Why risk staying?"
Yet I've never been one
to turn back
without discovering
what lies beyond the road.
I don't need you
to tear my walls apart,
to force your way.
I want you to make me wonder
why I built them so high
in the first place.
Awaken a fire in me...
Not one that burns me down,
but one that gives me the courage
to let the warmth escape.
Let me speak the words I've swallowed,
feel the feelings I've buried,
and meet the woman I've hidden
beneath all this composure.
For intimacy, to me,
isn't just beautiful words
or grand gestures.
It's the laughter
that catches you off guard,
the conversation that follows you home,
the little things you remember
without even trying,
it's a simple touch
that makes you feel safe...
Perhaps that's the closeness I seek
Is the one that reaches beyond the skin
and settles somewhere in the soul.
So, if you're wondering
whether I've taken a step towards you,
I think I've already taken half of one.
Now let me ask you, stranger...!
When the anticipation settles,
when the flirting grows quieter,
when the night runs out
of beautiful words to hide behind,
will what remains
still be real?
And between you and me,
I hope the flirting never ends.
I hope we never grow too familiar to tease,
too comfortable to surprise,
or too certain of each other
to stop discovering
what we have yet to know.
For I can be a beautiful distraction,
a thought that finds you
in the middle of an ordinary day,
a smile you cannot quite explain
when there's no one around to see.
But perhaps I can also be
a little peace in your chaos,
a little warmth in your winter,
a place where you can simply exist
without having to be anything
other than yourself.
And if, after all this,
you still wish to take that second step,
tell me...
Will you stay curious enough
to discover me
when there's nothing left to chase?
Because the next time
you ask me to come closer,
don't ask as though
I'm standing too far away.
Ask because you want the distance
between us to disappear.
Ask because you, too,
are tired of standing
on the other side of almost.
And perhaps, by then,
(my) stranger,
I won't need you
to ask twice.
So tell me???
Are you gonna still move forward??!!
My Stranger, Have You Thought This Through?
You're asking what I'll do
with your first move...
What makes you think
I haven't been fighting
the urge to make one, too?
There's a dangerous little space
between wanting someone
and daring to walk towards them,
where unsent words linger,
unspoken messages gather,
and stolen glances say
what pride won't let us.
And perhaps, just perhaps,
I want to linger there a little longer,
not because I don't want you closer,
but because I'm still learning
to let my unguarded self
reach beyond the walls
my guarded heart has built.
For I've never been good
at wanting things halfway.
But before I take that step,
I want to know what waits ahead,
whether this feeling is worth
the vulnerability it asks of me,
whether there's something real
beneath the words we've said.
I want the silence between us to break,
but never lose its beauty.
I want our closeness to fill the quiet,
not steal its peace.
And yes, I might want that kiss, too,
but I think I can wait.
Perhaps my lips are still learning
the courage it takes
to meet yours halfway.
And isn't it ironic
to call you "my dear stranger"?
Let me take the "dear" away
until you've earned its place.
"My stranger", then.
You may find me soft,
but don't mistake my softness for surrender.
I have a heart of my own,
a mind that questions everything,
and walls I've spent years building
just to feel safe within myself.
Whenever something beautiful
stands before me,
a familiar voice whispers:
"Walking away is easier.
Why risk staying?"
Yet I've never been one
to turn back
without discovering
what lies beyond the road.
I don't need you
to tear my walls apart,
to force your way.
I want you to make me wonder
why I built them so high
in the first place.
Awaken a fire in me...
Not one that burns me down,
but one that gives me the courage
to let the warmth escape.
Let me speak the words I've swallowed,
feel the feelings I've buried,
and meet the woman I've hidden
beneath all this composure.
For intimacy, to me,
isn't just beautiful words
or grand gestures.
It's the laughter
that catches you off guard,
the conversation that follows you home,
the little things you remember
without even trying,
it's a simple touch
that makes you feel safe...
Perhaps that's the closeness I seek
Is the one that reaches beyond the skin
and settles somewhere in the soul.
So, if you're wondering
whether I've taken a step towards you,
I think I've already taken half of one.
Now let me ask you, stranger...!
When the anticipation settles,
when the flirting grows quieter,
when the night runs out
of beautiful words to hide behind,
will what remains
still be real?
And between you and me,
I hope the flirting never ends.
I hope we never grow too familiar to tease,
too comfortable to surprise,
or too certain of each other
to stop discovering
what we have yet to know.
For I can be a beautiful distraction,
a thought that finds you
in the middle of an ordinary day,
a smile you cannot quite explain
when there's no one around to see.
But perhaps I can also be
a little peace in your chaos,
a little warmth in your winter,
a place where you can simply exist
without having to be anything
other than yourself.
And if, after all this,
you still wish to take that second step,
tell me...
Will you stay curious enough
to discover me
when there's nothing left to chase?
Because the next time
you ask me to come closer,
don't ask as though
I'm standing too far away.
Ask because you want the distance
between us to disappear.
Ask because you, too,
are tired of standing
on the other side of almost.
And perhaps, by then,
(my) stranger,
I won't need you
to ask twice.
So tell me???
Are you gonna still move forward??!!
