There are quiet moments when I find myself looking at you a little longer than usual, not because I'm distracted, but because I'm still trying to understand how anyone before me could have ever walked away without truly seeing you. It doesn't make sense how they could miss the depth in your eyes, the calm strength you carry so naturally, or the way your presence feels like something whole and grounding. The more I think about it, the more I realize I don't feel confusion anymore, just a quiet kind of gratitude. Grateful that they didn't stay long enough to understand every part of you, because now I'm here, and I get to love you in a way that feels real, steady, and something I will never take for granted.