Romanticizing; you (guessed whose on my mind :P )

I romanticize you in the way sunlight lingers on a window it trusts.

There is nothing hurried about you—even your silence feels intentional, like a pause meant to be savored.

You speak and the room listens.

Not because you are loud, but because your words arrive already carrying care. Kindness follows you
like a second shadow.

I notice the gentle things—the way you remember details others let fall away,
the way your laughter doesn’t try to impress, only to be honest.

Loving you feels easy, like breathing without thinking.
You do not ask to be admired— yet admiration finds you anyway, resting quietly at your feet.

I romanticize you as if the world itself leans slightly toward your presence.
Not pull—but invitation.

You hold your scars without apology, turning survival into grace.
Your heart has learned how to open without forgetting how to protect itself—that balance alone is poetry.

Being near you doesn’t feel like falling, it feels like standing exactly where I am meant to be.

I romanticize you not for perfection, but for the way you make ordinary moments feel chosen.

Coffee tastes warmer.

Time slows its hurry.

Even tired days seem less heavy when your name passes my mind.

If love had a language, it would sound like you—

soft, 

sincere,

and deeply human.

by Pnk - 06012026 at coffee shop somewhere on East Jakarta