No one knows me..❤️ No one really knows me, and that hurts more than I admit. No one knows my favorite flower, the food I crave when I'm tired, or the little things that make me smile without trying. I'm always explaining myself, always hoping someone will listen and remember. I want someone who notices without being told, who cares enough to ask, who holds onto the small details. But most days, I feel unseen, like nobody has ever truly tried to know my heart..❤️