Love did not ask for permission.
It entered quietly—
Between two breaths,
Between who I was
And who I was becoming.
Love was not perfect hands
Or flawless words.
It was staying when leaving
Would have been easier
To explain.
It taught me patience
By testing it.
It taught me courage
By making me care.
Sometimes love was soft—
A shared silence,
A knowing look across a room.
Sometimes it was sharp,
Asking me to grow
When I wanted to stay small.
Love did not save me.
It revealed me.
Held up a mirror and said,
“This is you—
Still worthy.”
And if I speak of love now,
I speak carefully.
Not because it is fragile,
But because it is powerful enough
To change the shape of a life.
MY STORY BEHIND IT
I got inspired through the event that happened to me while ago.
So I love these particular lady and because we are not of thesame status, expressing myself became an issue to me.
She is from the upper class as they say and more influential than I am so I have problem with the nerve to approach her.
Love did not ask for permission, it entered quietly.
Trust me if he had, I wouldn't have allowed it in these case.
I tried fighting the feelings but to no avail.
it taught me patient by testing it.
it taught me courage by making me care.
Regardless of all, I began to make moves.
I was patient enough to wait.
And along the line I found out something.
Love did not save me.
It revealed me.
Held up a mirror and said,
“This is you—
Still worthy.”
And if I speak of love now,
I speak carefully.
Not because it is fragile,
But because it is powerful enough
To change the shape of a life."
It was easier than I thought it would be.
The feelings are mutual and the love is steady.
Thank you all and have a great week.
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