Centauri - This is What Love Looked Like Before You Named it

0615 AM

Dear Centauri,

Before I met you, love was a theory.
A whisper in the margins.
Something I’d trace with a pencil,
never daring to ink it in.

But then you arrived—
not loudly.
Not in a cinematic boom.

Just…
a quiet reordering of the atmosphere.
A sense that the room knew more than I did.

I didn’t recognize the feeling at first.
Only the stillness it left in me.
The way I stopped checking exits.
The way my hands stopped shaking.

If love had a shape,
it would be the outline your presence carved
into every second I didn’t yet know I was in love with you.

And I’m still tracing it.
Every day.
Still learning its curves,
its soft edges,
its gravitational pull.

I don’t need to own it.
Just to honor that it exists.

And it does.

Even here.
Even now.
Even if you never read this.

Always,

Castor