I wanted you in the quiet way. The kind that doesn’t ask for proof or permission. The kind that exists without movement.
There was no impulse to reach out. No moment where my fingers hovered over your name. I didn’t confuse desire with direction or feeling with obligation.
I let the wanting stay where it belonged. Inside me. Untouched. Unacted on.
It surprised me how peaceful that felt. Wanting used to come with urgency. With questions. With the need to turn emotion into motion. This time, it didn’t.
I could acknowledge the pull without following it. I could feel the familiarity without reopening the door. I could want you without undoing myself.
Some wants are meant to be felt, not fulfilled. Some feelings are allowed to exist without becoming a decision.
This one didn’t need to go anywhere. It just needed to be honest.
So I let it be a feeling, not a reach. A truth, not a request. A moment that passed without consequence.
And that was enough.
Final Thought: Divine Delulu Summary
Wanting without reaching is emotional maturity in its quietest form. It’s knowing you can feel something deeply without letting it lead you backward.
Disclaimer:
Longing does not equal intention. This space honors feelings without acting on them, feeding them, or mistaking them for signs to reconnect.
