How could I not love you,
when your words feel like home,
even from a place I’ve never been?
When your voice reaches me across the distance
and somehow, I still feel held?
I told myself to be careful,
to guard my heart,
but then you spoke,
and I knew, I never stood a chance.
Not when you understood me
before I even tried to explain.
Not when you made me feel wanted
without ever laying a hand on me.
How could I not love you,
when even from afar,
you feel like something I was always meant to find?
