Hazel

By Leo thee Lemon

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Hazel
By Leo thee Lemon

Hazel.

Beautiful Hazel.

You make my day—
every day.

Not in a big dramatic way—

In the small ways.

The quiet ways.

You’re the reason—
I catch myself smiling—
for no reason.

Walking around—
like an idiot—
thinking about you.

You’re the reason—
my mood lifts—
before I even understand why.

The reason—
I think everything—
might actually be okay.

I never believed in miracles—
before you.

Not really.

I didn’t even know—
what I believed in.

But I know this—
meeting you—
was one.

It had to be.

Because nothing in my life—
has ever felt—
this aligned.

This right.

I feel—
grateful.

And that’s not a word—
I used to use lightly.

Privileged—
for once in my life.

I’ve never laughed like this before.

Not this much.

Not this easily.

Not like my body—
doesn’t even have to think about it.

I’ve never enjoyed life—
like this.

You’re always—
on the same page as me.

Or if you’re not—
you’re close enough—
that it still feels like we’re reading—
the same book.

You’re as wild as me.

As feral as me.

That kind of energy—
that doesn’t need explaining.

It just—
matches.

Clicks.

I don’t have to filter myself.

I don’t have to tone it down.

I can just—
be.

I can relax with you.

Actually relax.

Not that fake version—
where you’re still performing a little.

No tension in my shoulders.

No second-guessing—
what I said five seconds ago.

No need—
to be on my best behaviour.

We can misbehave together.

And it feels right.

Not reckless—
just free.

I want to explore the world with you.

Not in some cliché way—

I mean really explore it.

Get lost—
in streets we don’t know.

Wrong turns.

Late nights.

Laughing because we have no idea—
where we are.

And not caring.

And at the same time—

I get lost—
in your eyes.

Every chance I get.

That feeling—
where everything else—
just fades out for a second.

Like nothing else—
is competing for my attention.

You’re the only one for me, Hazel.

And I don’t say that lightly.

I finally understand—
what my grandparents had.

That quiet certainty.

That “this is it.”

It never clicked before.

It always felt like—
something people just said.

Until you.

Then it all—
made sense.

I want to build a life with you.

Not just moments—
but everything in between.

The boring days.

The messy ones.

The ones where nothing happens—
and it still feels good.

I want to get lost—
in those moments.

Even the ones—
that aren’t perfect.

Especially those.

Even when you get—
jealous.

Those little flashes.

That fire.

That spark that shows up—
before you can hide it.

Those moments—
of raw emotion.

You’re like—
a cute little gremlin.

I know it bothers you.

I know you feel—
a bit of shame about it.

But to be honest—

it’s kind of hot.

Because I know—
where it comes from.

It comes from love.

From caring.

From not wanting to lose something—
that matters.

When you pout.

When you give me—
that side eye.

That look—
where you’re not saying anything—
but you’re saying everything.

I still love you.

Exactly the same.

When you feel like a mess.

When everything feels—
all over the place.

When your thoughts—
don’t line up neatly.

When you feel like—
you should hide it.

Push it down.

Disappear for a bit.

Don’t.

I see it.

And I don’t run.

It’s a reasonable amount.

More than reasonable.

It’s human.

It’s never too much.

Not for me.

Not ever.

I’m only for Hazel.

In this life.

And the next.

I appreciate you being here, reading this, and spending your time with my work. That alone already means something to me.

Growth takes resources—time, energy, care—and I’m trying to give this project as much of myself as I can.

(Every bit helps.)

With gratitude,

Leo

Have typewriter, will travel.