Feelings untold

From one woman to another,

my heart learned a new language

the moment your name rested in my chest.

A quiet ache.

A soft hunger.

A knowing that your touch—

even imagined—could steady me,

could undo me,

could feel like home.

I have cried tears you never caused,

tears born from the pain you carry

at the hands of those who should have protected you,

loved you gently,

held you with care.

Your hurt lives loud in my silence,

and I wish I could gather it all,

press it into my palms,

and promise you peace.

Yet somehow,

even with all that weight,

you bring me joy so effortlessly.

A text from you shifts my whole day.

Your words wrap around me

like arms I crave.

Your laughter—

even through a phone—

reminds me that light still exists.

Six hours.

That’s all that separates us.

Nothing but distance,

nothing that wheels and courage couldn’t fix.

You hold a place in my heart

that no one else has ever touched—

tender, sacred, permanent.

And whether we remain just friends

or one day I become yours,

whether the world ever gives us a name,

a label,

a title—

know this:

I am here.

In every season.

Through every version of us.

With every breath I am given.

No matter the title,

my soul has already chosen you.