I get used to your way of being

I get used to your way of being, to that half-hearted affection, to that connection that is felt but not confirmed.

I learn to keep what I feel to myself, not to run with a thousand plans in my head, to stop imagining you as part of my everything.

Because you are there, but only at times. And I, who am fire and skin, I go out at a slow pace, so as not to burn alone.

So... I love you without so much attachment, letting you set the pace, even if it means slowing down my desire to give you even what you don't ask for.

Little by little, I am adapting to this slow pace, where your presence is intermittent and your affection is imprecise.

I learn to contain my impulses, not to expect more than what you offer me, to respect the time you need.

Because, in the end, the important thing is to keep you by my side, even if it is in your own way, at your own pace.

And if I manage to keep you close to me, then I will be able to extinguish my own flame, so as not to lose the warmth of your company.

I learn to love in silence, to dance to the rhythm you set, so that I can keep you close, even if only half-heartedly.