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I did not want to say this out loud, for longer than i could.
Not because I do not feel it,
but because I feel it too much.

And feelings like this have never been safe for me.

But still…
I like you.

And i say “like”, to avoid saying love, cause it might sound too crazy.

I like you in a way that is quiet, but constant.
In a way that does not demand anything,
but still exists in everything.

It is not loud.
It is not impulsive.
It does not try to take space.

It just stays.

And that is exactly what scares me.

Because I know what happens when I let something stay.
I start to soften.
I start to trust.
I start to believe that maybe this time will be different.

And I am not sure I know how to go through that again.

I am not looking for a relationship.
I am not looking for promises, or labels, or something that feels heavy.

I am still learning how to exist with my past,
with the parts of me that learned to protect themselves too early,
with the fear of giving too much and being left with nothing again.

But even with all of that…
you still reached me. and do every single day since i’ve met you.

And that is rare.

Because I do not let people reach me like that.
Not anymore.

Not in a long long time.

But with you, something felt… easy.
Not perfect, not idealized, not forced.

Just real.

I like the way you exist without trying to be anything more than what you are.
The way your eyes say things you do not even notice.
The small details, the quiet moments, the way you listened to me like I was not just passing through your life.

You made me feel seen in a way that did not ask me to change who I am.

And I think that is why this stayed.

Not because it was intense.
But because it was gentle.

And gentle things are the ones I never learned how to keep. Maybe that´s why i tried pushing you away and leaving a hundred times.

So yes… I like you.

Even with the fear.
Even with the memories.
Even knowing how this can end.

I like you without asking you to stay,
but also without pretending that it does not matter.

And maybe that is the most honest version of me i´ve ever seen in a few years.