u/Rm_455

My dear,

If i could place my heart in your hands for just a moment maybe you would finally understand what i see every time i look at you. you keep searching for reasons to believe you are enough while i keep searching for ways to convince you that you have always been. i dont think you realize the kind of soul you carry. some people pass through life like scattered leaves. they arrive, make noise, and disappear with the next wind. you remind me of an old tree standing quietly through every season. storms have bent your branches time has carved its marks into your bark yet you continue offering shade to everyone around you. somehow you only notice the scars while i stand in awe of the strength that kept you rooted.

There are people whose words sparkle for a moment and fade before the night ends.then there is you you love has always felt like dawn. it never announces itself. it simply arrives gently pushing away every darkness i carry without asking for anything in return. you've spent so much time wondering whether you're enough that you've forgotten to notice the lives you've already touched. even mine.

You have this strange habit of looking at yourself through cracked glass. every reflection convinces you that something is missing. if only you could borrow my eyes for a single heartbeat you would see someone whose heart is rarer than anything this world can offer.

when i look at you i don't see someone trying to prove his worth.

I see rain apologizing for falling, unaware that forests survive because of it. i see the moon believing it is incomplete while the entire ocean rises just to meet its presence.

That's what you have always been. the kind that people don't always notice at first yet never forget once they've experienced it.

You've always told me that actions matter more than promises. you never knew that every small thing you did became another line in the poem my heart keeps writing about you.

Every time you waited for me without complaint.every

time you chose patience instead of anger. you became my safest place.

With my whole heart.

Truly yours.

My dearest,

Sometimes i wonder how many times a day you cross my mindand i stopped counting a long time ago. it

happens without warning a song, a familiar place, a random thought, a beautiful sky, or even a quiet moment when i'm doing absolutely nothing. somehow everything finds a way to remind me of you.

people talk about flowers as a symbol of love. if every thought of you became one i don't think i'd have a garden anymore. i'd have endless fields stretching beyond the horizon blooming in every direction. every flower would hold a memory, a smile a conversation or a moment that made my heart pause and think of you.

the truth is you have become a part of my everyday life in the most effortless way.

And maybe that's the most beautiful thing about caring for someone. they become present even in their absence. they live in your thoughts, your prayers, your happiest moments, and sometimes even in the quiet spaces between them.

So if you ever ask me how often i think of you i don't really have an answer.

All i know is that if my thoughts could bloom i'd be surrounded by flowers forever.

Yours truly.

Dear you,

My words still find their way back to you somehow, every late night thought, every feeling i cannot say out loud, turns into something connected to you...the writing is still about you about your presence, your warmth, and the comfort you brought into my life without even trying too hard.

Sometimes i sit down to write about myself, about life, about the chaos in my mind but even then your name lingers between the lines..like a soft light in a dark room always there even when unnoticed. you became a part of my everyday thoughts so naturally that now every emotion carries a little trace of you. the calm moments remind me of you...the difficult ones do too.

And maybe that is why my pages still feel incomplete without you somewhere in them. because no matter how much time passes my heart still writes in your direction.

Every word is still to you, about you and a little for you too.

Maybe some people leave memories behind, but you left a permanent season inside me. and even now my soul returns to you the way the moon quietly returns to the night sky again and again..

My love,

If you could see inside me you would understand something very simple. every tiny part of me even my single cell just doesn’t want to love anyone else.

It’s like i’m not made to divide my feelings anymore. like everything in me has become still and certain before you maybe love felt like something that could happen again and again but now it feels different...now it feels like i have reached where i was always meant to be.

even the smallest part of me refuses to go anywhere else, refuses to learn someone else, refuses to feel the same way again.

It's not that i can’t love but it's because i don’t want to.

you feel like my final answer, my peace, my constant, the place where everything in me stops searching.

And that’s why my love even my single cell chooses only you...

Always yours.

Dear you,

I don’t know why but i’ve always had this strange soft corner for kindness that doesn’t try to prove anything

and you… you are exactly that, you feel like the hush of dawn before the world wakes up soft unbothered, untouched by noise...while i am often a restless tide coming and going without warning and still you never try to hold me back you just wait patiently like the shore that knows the ocean always returns.

Sometimes i get distant, sometimes i disappear into my own thoughts like fog but you dear...you don’t chase, you don’t question harshly you stay steady, patient, certain that i’ll find my way back to you.

Your patience feels like slow rain on dry earth just enough to make everything breathe again even the parts of me i don’t understand you meet them like sunlight through leaves… gentle, filtered, never too much.

Ive seen how easy it is for people to turn sharp, to react, to let ego speak but you dear...you choose calm like it’s second nature like an old tree standing through seasons… not shaken by every passing wind

being with you feels like sitting beside a quiet river with no rush, no noise just a steady flow that somehow carries everything without breaking.

And maybe that’s what makes you rare.

Not just because kindness doesn’t exist but because living it very single day… so effortlessly does

with you, love doesn’t feel like fire that burns out

it feels like a sky that never ends and vast, patient, and certain.

And i think that’s why it stays.

My dear,

I don’t even know how to explain this feeling properly

it’s like i’m okay on the outside doing everything normally, talking, smiling… but inside something is always missing like a part of me went with you and never came back.

Sometimes i randomly think about you and it hits me all at once. i just sit there because what else can i even do? i can’t call you, i can’t text you, i can’t hear your voice and that hurts in a way i can’t put into words.

I miss the simple things the most just talking, sharing random stuff, your presence all those small moments that i never thought would become memories so soon.

people say time makes it easier, but it doesn’t feel like that i just learned how to hide it better the missing part is still there the ache is still there and it just stays quieter some days.

Sometimes i talk to you in my head like you’re still listening somewhere. i don’t know if you are but it makes me feel a little less empty.

I wish things were different and i wish you were still here there’s so much left unsaid, so many moments i wanted to share with you

I miss you… more than i can ever explain.