Love That Refuses

From the first glance,

I felt it;

a pull, subtle but unyielding,

like some secret magnet hidden in your smile.

I tried to play it cool,

to stand still in my own orbit,

but even the silence tilted toward you.

Every laugh we shared,

every pause between words,

threaded me deeper,

tied me to something I didn’t plan for,

yet could never want to undo.

It wasn’t loud or sudden;

it was steady,

like the way roots claim the ground

without asking permission.

And then;

it struck me:

this isn’t chance,

isn’t infatuation dressed in disguise.

It’s the kind of binding that feels alive,

as if the world itself insisted

our edges belong together.

You are not just beside me;

you are woven into my hours,

stitched through every fleeting thought.

And when your hand meets mine,

I know it’s not about holding on,

but about never having to let go.

What anchors us isn’t weight,

but wonder.

A love so certain,

it makes even uncertainty bow.