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A quiet confession to the one who never knew; tender, honest and left unsent. |
| Dear You, You probably have no idea, but I think about you more often than I admit...in the quiet moments, in crowded rooms and in the way I find reasons to smile when you speak. It is not just your face. It is how your presence softens my mood. How your laugh lingers longer than it should in my mind. How your name feels like a secret I keep replaying just for the thrill of it. I do not know if you feel it too. Maybe you never will. But in this little corner of my heart, where unspoken things are safe, you are already a story I am glad to have known, even if from a distance. Just thought you should know. Just in case...you were wondering too. Yours, quietly, Me |