In English, we say I like to talk with you,

a simple truth, neatly folded, 

polite as a smile shared across a room.

But in love we murmur:

I wanna hear every little thing you say,

the half-formed thoughts,

the soft rambles,

the stories you think don't matter

because to me, they're constellations.

In English, we say I like to talk with you,

as if words were something we trade.

But in love we confess:

your voice is the place my heart leans toward,

every syllable a thread tugging me closer,

every pause a promise you don't know you're making.

In English, we say I like to talk with you,

a phrase that fits in daylight.

But in love we know:

I memorize the shape of your sentences,

I replay the way you breathe between words,

I hold your laughter lika a lantern in my chest.

In English, we say I like to talk with you.

But in love,

we say I wanna hear every little thing you say,

and we mean:

your voice feels like home,

even when you're not here.

- Midnight thoughts...