Sometimes I look at you and genuinely don't understand how anyone before me could have walked away without realizing what they had. It's hard to believe they didn't notice the depth in your heart, the quiet way you care, or the kind of presence you have that makes everything feel a little more real. You're not loud about who you are, but there's something in you that stays, something that lingers in the best way. At first, it makes me question how they could miss something like that, but the more I think about it, the more I feel grateful instead. Grateful they didn't take the time to truly understand you, that they didn't stay long enough to see every part of what makes you so rare. Because if they had seen you the way I see you now, if they had understood even a small part of what you carry inside, then maybe I wouldn't be here loving you like this. And I know for sure, this is something I would never take for granted.