I only just met you.

Why am I feeling things I haven’t felt in years?

Your words, your mannerisms, your stare, they all came shattering my defenses.

I couldn’t hide.

I didn’t want to hide.

I wanted to open up to you and embrace you so tight.

I was scared of how vulnerable I was around you.

But it was the good kind of scared.

The “something big is about to happen” scared.

I was floating in the sky yet felt so heavy because of all the emotions piercing through me.

A lifetime of emotions experienced in a single encounter.

I only just met you.

Can I really give you all the credit?

Can I really hold on to how you made me feel?

Can I hold on to who you were in that moment?

You saw through me in ways I had forgotten was possible.

In that moment, I was free of myself.

Someone had finally seen me.

Or more precisely, someone had finally seen through the shell I presented myself to be.

That was all it took.

The moment is gone now.

All that remains now is the unforgettable knowing that such a moment exists.

All that remains is the realization that I can never go back.

I tried to make something out of it.

I couldn't.

I couldn't hold on to the "you" I fell in love with.

What does it even mean to fall in love anyway?

Did I fall in love with you?

Did I experience love through you?

Perhaps,

To love

is to really say

I accept

All that you are

All that you wish you weren't

And really mean those words

With every cell in one's body.

And witnessing even a fraction of this divine acceptance

For even a fraction of a moment

Made me levitate

In the blissful clouds

of self-acceptance.

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