To the woman I can’t have but still want
You are beautiful, love.
Not just your face, not just the way you looked that day, but the quiet parts of you too. Your gentleness. Your care. The way you carry yourself like you don’t even know how much light you give off.
Our situation is not perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it ache so much. I can feel something between us, but I can also feel the wall we cannot cross.
I finally found the courage to tell you one small thing I had been holding in, and your reaction stayed with me. It told me that maybe I’m not the only one who feels the softness here.
I don’t want to be selfish. I just wish I could love you in a world where it didn’t hurt anybody.
For now, maybe I’m only meant to remind you that you are seen. That you are beautiful. That someone notices the little things.
And maybe you’re meant to remind me that my heart can still be brave, even when it has to be quiet.