I still find it hard to understand how anyone before me could have walked away from you without realizing what they were leaving behind. When I look at you, I don't just see a person, I see depth, warmth, and a quiet kind of beauty that isn't loud but stays with you long after you notice it. It confuses me how they didn't take the time to see the way your heart holds so much kindness, or how your presence can make everything feel a little more real, a little more meaningful. But the more I think about it, the more that confusion fades into gratitude. I'm thankful they didn't stay long enough to understand you, that they didn't look deep enough to uncover every layer that makes you who you are. Because if they had, if they had truly seen you the way I see you now, then maybe I wouldn't be here, loving you like this. And I know for sure, this is something I would never trade for anything.