I love you BUT.....🥹

I love you deeply, and you love me the same but the kind of love we have doesn’t come with permission. We both know it’s not ours to fully claim, yet we still choose the in-between. The almosts. The what-ifs. The late replies that mean too much. The silence that says everything. We act like strangers in public, then fall apart for each other in private. And it hurts in a quiet way no dramatic endings, no loud confessions. Just two people holding something fragile with shaking hands, pretending it won’t slip. We don’t call it wrong. We just call it fate with limits. Because if love had a rulebook… we already broke a few just by looking at each other the way we do.