From afar, he holds you…
not in his arms,
but in the secret corners of his heart.
He watches the way your light moves,
how it bends the world around you.
He memorizes your smile,
like a prayer he dares not speak aloud.
Distance keeps his hands still,
but not his feelings.
He is in love with you…
deeply, quietly,
the kind of love that waits,
the kind that aches.
And somewhere between courage and fear,
he dreams of the day
your eyes meet again,
and he can finally say
what’s been living in his chest
all this time.