20/08/2025
I have always been
the girl who is liked
but never pursued.
They send me signals,
soft sparks in the dark,
but never the fire
that chooses to stay.
Maybe it is me,
longing too much,
craving love so deeply
that even the smallest glance,
a smile, a word,
I mistake for something more.
I build castles out of whispers,
dreams out of shadows,
and then watch them crumble
when I realize
I was never the one.
I just want to be chosen,
not almost, not maybe,
but truly, fully,
without hesitation.
Until then,
I carry this ache quietly—
hoping one day
someone will not only notice me,
but finally
choose me.