You always try to act calm when you see me wearing heels.You pretend not to look, not to react, but I notice.I notice how your breathing changes, how your eyes follow every movement.It’s cute, really, how you think I don’t see through it.Because the truth is… that’s exactly why I wear them.To watch you struggle with that quiet ache you can’t hide.To remind you that power doesn’t need to shout. Sometimes it just walks by in heels and owns the whole room.