Sometimes I find myself staring at you, honestly confused about how anyone before me could have walked away without recognizing what's right in front of me. I don't understand how they missed the depth in your eyes, the quiet strength in your soul, or the way your presence feels like an entire universe wrapped into one person. There are moments when I think about it too much, and instead of frustration, I end up feeling grateful. Grateful that they didn't look closely enough, that they didn't stay long enough to truly see you the way I do now. Because if they had taken the time to understand every hidden piece of who you are, every beautiful layer that makes you, you, then maybe I wouldn't be here, loving you with this kind of intensity. And the truth is, I wouldn't trade this chance for anything.