💭Feelings Without a Name

Lately, my heart has been feeling restless in a way I can’t easily explain.

Sometimes I feel so happy when we talk. His voice, his laughter, the way our conversations flow so naturally—it makes everything feel warm and easy. In those moments, it’s hard not to feel something real between us.

But I also remember what he told me.

That he likes me, but he doesn’t love me.

And somehow, those words stay quietly in the back of my mind.

There are days when he sounds affectionate, when he makes time to call even if it’s late at night or when he has to go outside just to talk. In those moments, my heart almost forgets the boundaries he already set.

But then there are the quiet days.

The slow replies.

The distance that suddenly appears without explanation.

And that’s when my thoughts begin to wander again.

I start asking myself questions I’m not sure how to answer.

If he only likes me, then what exactly is this between us?

Am I someone special to him, or just someone he enjoys talking to for now?

This in-between feeling is the hardest part.

We’re not strangers, and there is warmth between us. But at the same time, there’s a quiet limit that I know exists. A line he already drew, even if neither of us talks about it often.

Sometimes I wish my heart could stay calm and simply enjoy the moments we have.

But another part of me is afraid that the more time passes, the deeper my feelings might grow.

And maybe that’s the truth I’m slowly starting to face.. that my heart might already be more involved than I ever planned it to be.