Sometimes love doesn’t arrive with noise or certainty—it unfolds quietly, in the spaces where we feel most seen.

The poem explores that gentle transformation: the comfort of being understood, the rediscovery of self, and the subtle shift from wanting to be loved to wanting to care just as deeply in return.

# The Way You See Me #

It wasn’t a moment—
no thunder,
just a quiet surprise.

Yes, a slow unfolding,
like dawn
learning how to touch the sky.

You arrived gently
into the corners of my days,
and somehow
changed something in me.

I don’t remember
when I started waiting
for your voice—your words—
as if they carried light,
or when your simple presence
became a place
I could finally rest.

All I know is—
somewhere between your words
and my silences,
I began to feel…
less alone inside myself.

You don’t love me loudly.
You don’t have to.

It’s in the way you stay—
in conversations that wander,
in pauses that don’t feel empty,
in the quiet certainty
that I don’t need to perform.

And maybe that’s what undid me—
not you,
but who I become
when I am seen by you.

Softer.
Braver.
A version of myself
I had almost given up on.

But then—
there’s this other truth
I can’t ignore:

the way your smile
feels like something fragile
I want to protect,
the way your happiness
suddenly feels
like it has something to do with me.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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