And I did.
I noticed how you approach life like a puzzle you refuse to rush. How you take your education seriously, not because someone expects it, but because you do. I admired that before I even understood why. There’s a sort of patience inside you, the kind that means you care about doing things well.
You helped me with things I didn’t expect anyone to help with, schoolwork, confusion, and a million half-formed thoughts I didn’t know how to express. You never made me feel foolish for asking questions. You just showed me what I needed and somehow made the world feel a little less overwhelming.
You talk sometimes like you’re waiting for someone, a person who understands you without requiring a translation. Someone who chooses you without hesitation. I don’t think you see yourself clearly, you speak about love like it’s distant, but people don’t forget someone like you. You leave impressions quietly, they linger long after the conversation ends.
I used to think connection had to be loud, urgent, and dramatic. But knowing you has shown me it doesn’t have to crash into your life to matter. Sometimes it just walks in, sits beside you, and becomes part of your world without asking for permission.
I’m grateful you let me be part of yours.
You didn’t have to, and yet you did.
And maybe that’s the thing I appreciate most: you show up.
If you ever doubt yourself or wonder whether someone out there will see what I see, the answer is yes. Someone will. Someone should. And if the world has any sense of timing at all, they’ll meet you when you’re ready for them.
Until then, I just want you to know, you’ve made an impact on me, on others, even if you don’t always realize it.
And I’m glad I met you. Truly.
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