I have been carrying a tiny, trembling thought for you.

Not the loud kind. Just the kind that quietly follows me around and asks for courage.

Some feelings do not arrive dramatically. They become part of the day.

In the morning.

They sneak into coffee, into quiet, into all the ordinary places.

Like a message that hovers above the send button, soft and unfinished.

I like you. Truly, softly, completely.
And if your heart ever wants to meet mine halfway, I would love that.

No pressure. Just honesty, wrapped in a little wonder.