Fallin’ for a Secret

There’s a type of love that doesn’t walk through the front door —
it slips in quietly, on soft feet,
like a confession whispered at the wrong hour.

It’s the kind of love that feels like falling:
in and out, up and down,
a dizzying rhythm of sweetness and ache.

We waste time together,
but somehow it never feels wasted —
like two fragile souls meeting in the shadows,
laughing about the mess we are,
pretending we aren’t slowly unraveling in each other’s hands.

And maybe it’s a secret.
Maybe it’s something no one else has to understand.
But I keep choosing it.
I keep choosing you.

Because some secrets aren’t things you hide —
they’re things you protect.
And some falls don’t break you —
they teach you how to fly crooked,
how to love imperfectly,
how to feel alive again.

And if anyone asks who I’m writing about…
well.
Some secrets smile back.

Onnaya