Sometimes I catch myself watching you and wondering how anyone before me could have walked away without realizing what they were holding. It doesn't make sense how they didn't see the depth in your soul, the quiet warmth in your heart, or the way you carry something so rare it feels like a whole universe hidden beneath the surface. The more I think about it, the less it confuses me and the more it turns into gratitude. I'm thankful they didn't look closely enough, that they didn't stay long enough to truly understand you, because if they had taken the time to see every layer, every beautiful piece that makes you who you are, then maybe I wouldn't be here loving you the way I do now. And honestly, I can't imagine a version of my life where I don't get this chance, because loving you like this is something I would never want to lose.