one day you're going to miss how much i cared about you one day, you're going to miss the way i cared about you -the quiet, consistent kind of care that didn't ask for attention but was always there. the way i noticed the little things, remembered what mattered to you, and stayed even when it wasn't easy. i gave you a kind of love that was patient, gentle, and real... the kind that doesn't come around often, even if it felt ordinary at the time. and maybe it won't hit you all at once. maybe it'll be in small moments—in the silence where my presence used to be, or in the absence of someone who understands you the way i did. but when it does, i hope you realize that what i gave you was rare. not perfect, but genuine. and by then, i'll have already learned how to give that same care to someone who sees its worth from the beginning.