Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

He exists somewhere between my thoughts and my longing, a soft illusion I keep returning to. He loves me in ways I’ve never been loved, touching even the parts I try to hide. In his presence, I become lighter, kinder— like I finally deserve something good. He leaves flowers in the silence of my days, and warmth in places no one ever reached. But when I open my eyes, there’s only quiet, no messages, no hands to hold— just me, building a whole life in my head… will he ever know I’m living this del