I don’t beg. I choose.
My heart already belongs to someone who knows how deep I love. Which is why I’m not the girl you forget—the kind that stays in your thoughts when the room gets quiet.
But if you think you could make me feel even more, come closer. I choose slowly, I choose intentionally, and yeah… I choose dangerously. Cool.
If you want to try, whisper to me: 1) how you would touch my soul before my body—wait, don’t rush this part; 2) what makes you impossible to resist; 3) why you think my heart would lean toward you. Maybe it won’t. Maybe it already has.
Either way, I’m intoxicating—soft where it matters, wild where it counts, rare enough to be worth fighting for.
