zyrih :
I don’t know if this will ever reach you, or if it even matters now. But there are things I’ve been carrying quietly—things that somehow always find their way back to you.
You came into my life so simply, almost casually, like something that wasn’t meant to stay. And maybe that’s the truth. Maybe you were never meant to be mine. But even so, you became someone I held onto in ways I never really admitted. There are days when I catch myself remembering you—not loudly, not in a way anyone would notice, but in the quiet moments. In songs, in random thoughts, in the spaces between everything else. And it’s strange, because even now, a part of me still feels the same. You probably have no idea. You probably never noticed how much you meant to me, how much you still do. I never got the chance to tell you how I truly felt, or maybe I just didn’t have the courage. So I kept it to myself, thinking it would eventually fade. But it didn’t. It just stayed—soft, quiet, but real. And that’s the thing…
Even if you don’t know, you became a part of me.
Not in a loud, unforgettable way that changes everything overnight, but in a gentle, lingering way that never really leaves. You taught me something about love—how it can exist even without being seen, even without being returned. I don’t expect anything from you. I’m not writing this to change the past or to ask for something more. I just wanted to say that, in my own quiet way, you mattered. You still do. And maybe you’ll never know that you were once my “almost,” my “what if,” my silent wish. But even if you don’t know… thank you for being someone I once loved this deeply.
2026-04-20 06:02:02