When you say 'I'm yours, only yours', does that person ever say it back, or are we only getting your side?
When love comes with no expectations.
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When you say 'I'm yours, only yours', does that person ever say it back, or are we only getting your side?
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Love doesn't announce itself when it comes, when there are no real intentions.
I'm not a sentimental guy, but there was something captivating about you today, like the stars.
Sometimes I felt jealous, afraid of losing you. I know, it's insecurity.
But my jealousy was so strong it suffocated me.
We loved it when we would go and look at the stars.
I'm not sentimental, but I saw something different in you, as if you were my star.
There was no one around and that left me breathless with passion.
I loved how your whisper in my ear meant: "I'm yours, only yours".
I'm not a romantic guy.
I'm not a romantic guy.
I'm not a romantic guy.
When love comes with no expectations.
Judson Kaique, 08/04/2026
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The whole thing is the line. Every time you say you're not romantic and every time you prove it wrong. That's what I copied.
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This reads unfinished in a way that matters. Does the story keep going from here?
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I'm wondering about the other person. Are they still there, or is this about someone you lost?
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So when you say 'I'm not a romantic guy', is that how you felt before this person, or how you feel about yourself now? Because those aren't the same thing.
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That jealousy you describe, the kind that suffocates? I've heard it a thousand times. That's not insecurity. That's just love that doesn't know how to be quiet.
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ok but what happens with this person? does the story keep going or does it stop here?
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When you say 'I'm yours, only yours', does that person ever say it back, or are we only getting your side?
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The part about being breathless. That stays more than everything else you wrote.
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Love doesn't announce itself when it comes, when there are no real intentions.