01Poem interlude
A gentle note
Read this as a poem, not a command to disclose or pursue anyone. You can simply notice an image and move on.
i learned your coffee order
before i learned your last name
you never knew
how long i practiced
not staring
some loves
never ask permission
to exist
they just sit there
quiet
fully furnished
waiting for a guest
who never knew
there was a door
from here
it still looks like
it was worth it
02Reflect
There is no right answer. Write, think quietly, or leave any question unanswered.
- Which image stays with you: the coffee, the furnished room, the hidden door, or something else?
- Can something matter even when it never becomes a relationship?
- What would make the final line feel true—or untrue—for you?
03Return
Keep in view
Private love can be meaningful, but another person's boundaries and autonomy still matter. Feeling does not create entitlement or obligation.
Come back to the room
Notice the next three breaths without changing them. Let the poem end where it ends.