To the girl who made me believe in people again.
I wasn't looking for friendship when I met you. I definitely wasn't looking for love.
When university started, I was carrying the weight of being betrayed by people I trusted. I had become distant, guarded, and comfortable with keeping everyone at arm's length. It felt safer that way.
Then you happened.
What started as a simple friendship slowly became one of the most important parts of my days. Somewhere between our conversations, your laughter, your kindness, and the little things that make you you, I found myself looking forward to seeing you more than I'd like to admit.
There wasn't a dramatic moment where I suddenly realized I liked you. It happened quietly. Day by day, conversation by conversation, I just kept finding more reasons to admire you. Your laugh, your personality, the way you see the world, the way you make people around you feel comfortable I started liking all of it.
The truth is, I haven't told you any of this.
Not because I don't want to, but because I'm afraid of losing what we already have. Some friendships become so valuable that risking them feels terrifying.
Sometimes I wonder: if I told you how I felt, would anything change? Would you see me differently? Or have you ever looked at me and wondered the same things I wonder about you?
I don't even know if what I feel is love yet. Maybe it's still growing into that. Maybe it's already there and I'm too afraid to admit it. All I know is that your happiness matters to me more than I expected it ever would.
I want good things for you. I want you to succeed, to smile, and to find the kind of happiness you deserve. And if life ever gives me a chance to be more than just your friend, I hope it happens honestly and naturally.
Until then, I'll keep carrying these feelings quietly.
And I guess my final question is this: how did someone I wasn't looking for become someone I think about so often? ❤️