Sometimes I forget the world exists when I think of you.
Not because the world stops turning —
but because my heart slows down.
I love when you smile at me.
Not just for the moment itself…
but for the way that smile lingers in my chest long after you look away.
When I look at you,
I fall in love all over again.
As if it’s the first time.
As if my heart has no memory —
yet somehow, it has always known you.
There’s something about the way you exist in my life
that quiets everything else.
The noise.
The pressure.
The rush.
Sometimes I forget the world exists.
And I’m okay with that.
As long as you’re the reason why.
