She didn’t know, but I cherished every little thing about her. The way her laughter filled a room, like a song the world didn’t know it needed. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved, as if the universe itself danced in her gaze. The way her mere presence could turn the chaos in my heart into a serene, calming breeze—it was magic, effortless and pure.
She moved through life with a quiet charm, unaware of the beauty she carried. To her, it was just another day, another moment, but to me, she was the moment. If only she could see herself the way I saw her—not just in the mirror, but in the way she brightened the lives of those around her.
If she understood how deeply I adored her, she’d begin to fall in love with herself. Not in vanity, but in a way that embraced the beauty she radiated so effortlessly. And in that moment, I think she’d realize that her charm wasn’t just captivating—it was breathtaking.
She moved through life with a quiet charm, unaware of the beauty she carried. To her, it was just another day, another moment, but to me, she was the moment. If only she could see herself the way I saw her—not just in the mirror, but in the way she brightened the lives of those around her.
If she understood how deeply I adored her, she’d begin to fall in love with herself. Not in vanity, but in a way that embraced the beauty she radiated so effortlessly. And in that moment, I think she’d realize that her charm wasn’t just captivating—it was breathtaking.