Yes, it was love but not in the storybook way,
It was something quieter, older,
Like he carried an image of me that I'd forgotten existed….

His gaze was a slow-burning confession,
It met mine like a secret too sacred for words.  
And I? I collapsed inward…
Folding like parchment beneath the heat of something;
Something I couldn’t name, but felt like remembering a place I’d never been to…

He ruined me;
But so gently…
And After him,
Everything just felt too loud, too careless, too easy….

No, he never loved me loudly
but  he saw me in the stillness between seconds..
And
That was just enough to make the whole world blur.  

He ruined me ;
But not with cruelty but with love,
With the skill of someone who sees what is fragile and doesn’t flinch….

After him, the world moved on, but nothing fit the same;
Words felt heavy where his silence once hummed…..
He was not a storm…
He was the stillness that came after everything changed and no one noticed.  

He was the boy who ruined me;
Ruined me in the most beautiful way…
And oh!
what would I give to be ruined just like that again………… <3