He was the loudest in the room —
laughing too hard, living too boldly,
as if the world had never told him to quiet down.
And I was always watching.
From the side. From the shadows.
Pre-Chorus
Because loving him was something I was never allowed to do out loud.
He wasn’t mine. Not really.
But he was everything.
Chorus:
I didn’t know you could feel so much
for someone who would never hold your hand in public,
Who could make you feel infinite — and invisible —
all in the same breath.
We didn’t share inside jokes.
We shared moments no one else noticed.
The way his eyes found mine in a crowded room.
The pause in his voice when it was just us.
The silence that said, I feel it too.
Bridge
2013 was the year I learned
that some loves are beautiful and brutal all at once —
loud in your chest, quiet in the world.
A secret you carry, long after they’re gone.
Chorus:
I didn’t know you could feel so much
for someone who would never hold your hand in public,
Who could make you feel infinite — and invisible —
all in the same breath.
He was my first love.
And the first heartbreak I never got to explain.
