In love
You watch from the still center of your own silence, reading a lover the way you read a room before entering, every gesture weighed, every pause measured for safety. Love for you is a slow, deliberate shedding: you reveal yourself only when the warmth around you proves steady, when another’s patience matches your own deep caution. What you actually need is someone who can sit in that quiet without demanding more, who understands that your distance is not coldness but a careful, sacred gathering of trust.