I don’t know if I chose to love you, or if love took hold of me the moment our eyes met. Maybe I never had a choice. Maybe some hearts just find each other, and one holds on a little longer than the other.

From the very beginning, you lived in my thoughts. And two years and five months later… You still do. That’s not an exaggeration. It’s love, real, raw, quiet love that doesn’t fade just because time passes or others appear.

Yes, others came. People who were kinder, clearer, louder with their feelings. But I couldn’t see them, not because they weren’t enough, but because they weren’t you. That’s what love does. It makes you blind to what’s fair, what’s good, what’s logical… because all you see is one person.

And I saw you completely. Every version of you. Every word you said. Every silence you gave. I loved you in all the ways you never noticed. I loved the way you think, the way you helped, the way you held pain behind calm eyes. I loved you even when it hurt, even when you didn’t choose me.

If the world gave me a thousand chances to pick someone else someone easier, someone who loved me back — I’d still choose you… But only if you finally saw me. If you chose me with the same depth I chose you.

You know what real love is? It’s when you carry someone in your thoughts wherever you go. When you learn the things they love, just to feel closer. When your heart races with their happiness and breaks when they’re hurting. When you shift your schedule just to make space for them, even if they never notice.

I saw your beauty. I saw your pain. And I tried to hold you the way I wished someone had held me.

But I can’t stay in a love that only lives in my chest. I can’t keep dreaming alone in a castle we never built together.

So now I let go. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I started loving myself more.

And still, if you ever wonder, I loved you. Deeply. Softly. Silently. And I wish, with everything in me, that you had loved me too.