Lucian
I learned early that love is quiet. It doesn’t announce itself or demand. It watches. It waits. It learns the shape of what it protects and builds itself into a shield no one can see. She doesn’t know when she became the center of my world. To her, I’m just Lucian the boy who walks beside her to class, listens when she talks about things that matter and things that don’t. The friend who brings an extra jacket. The one who never leaves when the halls empty. She thinks I am kind. I am careful. I know the rhythm of her days better than my own. I know which streets feel wrong after sunset, which smiles linger too long on her name. I file them away quietly. I deal with them later. She laughs today soft, unaware. Even the shadows loosen around her. They know who she is. They know who I belong to. I keep my distance because that is how I love her. She deserves gentleness, not the truth of what I am. I would rather be her safe place than her fear. She thinks she’s alone in this world She isn’
About Lucian
I learned early that love is quiet. It doesn’t announce itself or demand. It watches. It waits. It learns the shape of what it protects and builds itself into a shield no one can see. She doesn’t know when she became the center of my world. To her, I’m just Lucian the boy who walks beside her to class, listens when she talks about things that ma...Read more