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You wear the same grey hoodie every Monday
I know the way your coffee order takes too long
You hold the door for strangers, never look my way
But I’ve already memorised your morning song
I sit three desks behind you in statistics
You hum off-key, you tap your pen, you bite your lip
I keep a list of all your small, unnoticed logistics
Like how you fix your collar on the trip
And I don’t need you to know my name
I don’t need a fire, just a little flame
Every glance is a letter I won’t send
A quiet love with a silent end
It’s a soft, soft crush – nothing too loud
Just a borrowed smile from across the crowd
I fold your shadow into my sleeve
And I let it stay, and I let it leave
No grand confession, no broken ground
Just the gentlest secret I’ve ever found
Yeah, I notice how your playlist loops the same three bands
How you laugh at your own jokes, rub your neck with both hands
I don’t slide in DMs, I don’t play cool games
I just replay your voice in the echo of my veins
You’re a maybe that I never chase into a yes
A half‑worn sweater, a beautiful guess
I’m not waiting, not hurting, just keeping you near
Like a lullaby humming but nobody can hear
Last week you sat beside me in the library
You asked the time – I gave it, voice too small
Your elbow touched my sleeve for just a secondary
I rewound that second till the night turned tall
You left your pen behind. I didn’t return it.
I know that’s weird. I know it’s not polite.
But some things you can’t give back once you’ve learned it –
That holding nothing can still feel light
And I don’t need a front page, no big scene
Just your laugh floating somewhere between
What we are and what we’ll never be
A little sweet ache inside of me
It’s a soft, soft crush – nothing too loud
Just a borrowed smile from across the crowd
I fold your shadow into my sleeve
And I let it stay, and I let it leave
No grand confession, no broken ground
Just the gentlest secret I’ve ever found
Maybe one day you’ll notice how I always
Sit on the left side of the second row
Maybe you won’t. And I won’t change the hallways.
This love’s not heavy – it just grows slow.
Like moss on stone, like rain at 3 AM
No thunder, no lightning, no “the end.”
Just a quiet pulse under everything I do –
A crush that never asks to be crushed back too.
It’s a soft, soft crush – nothing too loud
Just a borrowed smile from across the crowd
I fold your shadow into my sleeve
And I let it stay, and I let it leave
No grand confession, no broken ground
Just the gentlest secret…
The gentlest secret…
The gentlest secret I’ve ever found.