Keep your smile safe like a precious secret, but let me be the only one to deserve that privilege. If a shiver runs down your skin without warning, don't be surprised; perhaps it's just the memory of my fingers silently tracing how much you mean to me. It's my way of speaking without words, of touching without haste, of confessing what my heart sometimes can't contain. I'm a fan of your way, of how you arrive and change the atmosphere, how your clothes seem to have been made to complement every curve of your charm. I'm a fan of that smile on your lips because it disarms any hardness in the world. I'm a fan without measure, without pause, without protection. I'm your number one fan, the one who admires even your silence, who finds poetry in your carefree laughter, whose heart races just imagining you near. So keep your smile just for me, and I promise to reciprocate with presence, with affection, with that full intensity that only you awaken in me. 🥰