How can I resist her, when her voice unravels me, when her eyes hold me still, and her laughter feels like home? How did this happen? How did I fall into her so completely— caught in a hold I don’t fight, pinned by a touch so gentle I’d choose it every time? How could she do this? Now she lingers in every quiet moment, fills the spaces between my thoughts, and follows me even into my dreams. She pulled me toward the edge of myself, where reason fades into feeling, where one look from her strikes deeper than it should. Every movement, every glance— effortless, unaware— yet somehow enough to take what I never meant to give.