Are you okay?
No.
What’s wrong?
I am in love.

I didn’t ask for it.
It hit me like a storm,
uninvited, unexpected—
a fire that can’t be contained.

I’m not okay,
because I’ve given my heart
to someone who doesn’t know
the weight of it in their hands.

Every glance feels like a promise
that will never be kept,
and every word is a lie
I can’t stop myself from believing.

I’m okay with the pain,
because it’s the only proof
that I exist somewhere in their world,
even if I’m just a shadow.

But no, I’m not okay—
because loving them
is a war my heart wasn’t ready for,
and I’m losing, piece by piece.