Where My Heart Waits for You
It’s strange how someone can become a quiet constant in your life without ever knowing it.
I think you know, not sure.
Days pass, seasons shift, and still you linger in the back of my mind like a soft echo I can’t silence, not that I’d ever want to.
Every time I see you, something inside me stirs. Not the sharp shock it used to be, but something warmer now, something deeper. A slow-burning ache that feels almost tender. I’ve grown used to the way your presence changes the air around me, how everything seems to brighten just a little when you enter the room.
I watch you sometimes, not in a way you’d notice, not in a way that would ever make you uncomfortable, but in the quiet moments when you laugh, or when you’re lost in thought, or when you smile at someone with that effortless kindness that makes my chest tighten.
You have no idea how beautiful you are when you’re not trying to be.
I still feel that same heaven-and-hell pull whenever you’re near.
Heaven, because being close to you feels like standing in sunlight.
Hell, because I know I’m holding all of this inside, letting it bloom in silence.
I wonder if you ever sense it, the way my heart stumbles when you say my name, the way I soften without meaning to when you look at me. I wonder if you’ve ever felt even a fraction of what I feel, or if I’m just a quiet admirer in the background of your life.
But even if that’s all I ever am, I’m grateful.
Grateful for the way you’ve unknowingly touched my world.
Grateful for the warmth you bring without effort.
Grateful for the beauty you carry so naturally, so unselfconsciously.
You are still the most breathtaking person I’ve ever known.
And I still don’t know what to do with that truth.
Maybe one day I’ll find the courage to tell you, again.
Maybe one day these words won’t stay trapped on a page.
Until then, this letter will hold them for me.
I love you.