If I Were a Fish… I’d Never Be Just a Fish

Some loves don’t make noise.
They don’t knock on your door with flowers or promises.
They just… exist quietly—like the hum of the ceiling fan at night,
or the steady beat of a heart you never really notice until it’s gone.

I sometimes think… if I were a fish, things would be easier for you,
maybe then you would have loved me too a bit.

Not the kind that swims away into an endless ocean,
but the kind that stays in one small glass bowl,
in a corner of your room, living quietly in your space without asking for more than you can give.

Maybe I’d be a brigh blue with a golden shimmer,
the kind of color that feels like peace after a storm.
Maybe you’d have even given me a name—something soft and meaningful with love,
like June,
a name you’d say quietly when you were near,
as if it belonged to a secret only we shared.
I wouldn’t talk.
I wouldn’t argue.
I wouldn’t take up too much room in your life—
just enough to see you, enough to feel close.

Maybe then you’d think I was beautiful.
Maybe you’d stop for a moment,
watch me the way people watch water ripple—
calmly, without the urge to fix or change anything.
I wouldn’t fight with you.
And even if I felt sad,
you’d never have to see my tears dissolve into the water.

I’d still love you—quietly, endlessly.
With no expectations, no demands,
just a presence that’s always there.

And maybe, on those days when you’re tired,
when the world feels too heavy to hold,
your eyes would wander towards me.
And I’d swim closer—
not because you called me,
but because I’d feel it—
that pull in the water that says, you need someone to come closer.

If you ever reached out and touched the glass,
I’d meet you from the other side,,
pressing my lips to to that invisible wall, the spot where your finger rests,
as if to say,
I’m here. I’ve always been here.

And then I’d do happy dance—
slow and graceful,
just so you’d know that in that moment,
you are the center of my tiny world.

Maybe that’s what love really is—
not about being loud,
or being understood all the time.
It’s about staying close in someone’s life,
close enough to touch their heart,
even if you can’t touch their hand.

And if I were that little blue fish in your bowl,
you’d never know…
that my whole ocean was made entirely of you.

And maybe one day, when the bowl sat empty, you’d look at the space where I used to be—and finally understand that I was never just a fish.
I’d be the quiet, constant love in your life,
swimming in circles around a heart
that never knew it was mine.

~AV✍🏻✨