when you know, you know.....

“When You Know, You Know”

But this isn’t about falling in love. That’s the cliché, right?

You meet someone, the stars align, and you just know. No fireworks, no thunderclaps or a mighty rushing wind….just a quiet certainty.

But sometimes, you also know that they can’t be your person.

They might have such an impeccable taste in music. A mindset that mirrors yours in all the right ways.

They speak with care, with timing, with a kind of emotional rhythm that feels divine.

They’re a four out of ten on your emotional intelligence scale, but your standards are high, so you let it slide.

And still—you know.

You know it’s not going to work. Not really.

It can’t go beyond that deep-but-surface-level thing you two have.

When you know, you know.

But you choose blindness.

You keep the conversation going because it makes you feel something.

Even when they leave you on read for two days and your nervous system throws a fit.

"Just give people grace," you whisper to yourself.

But you know.

You know you’re hurting yourself.

And no amount of check-ins, memes, or quote dumps will shift that truth.

Still....you try. Because feeling something, even for a moment, is better than feeling nothing.

Blind feels safe.

It’s like walking through smoke with your eyes closed.

But your body knows.

Your nose smells it. Your chest tightens. Your gut reacts.

You sense the shift, even if you won’t admit it.

And then one day, safe stops feeling safe.

It starts to feel like suffocation.

You wonder....what if you opened your eyes?

Even just a little.

But opening isn’t sudden.

It’s slow.

You open, then close again.

You retreat. You return.

Blind gets exhausting.

So maybe this time, you stay with the slow.

You walk through it—eyes half-open, breath shaky, heart wary.

But this time, you walk.

Because when you know, you know.