To the person who inspires me,
I just wanted to say this:
Words can’t fully express how much I like you. I don’t even know when it started.
Maybe it was just one of those ordinary days, you were walking by, earphones in, not really looking at anyone, like the world was just background noise and you had your own rhythm. I remember thinking you seemed hard to reach, but not in a bad way, more like you didn’t need anyone.
And for some reason, that stayed with me.
It’s strange. You’re not loud, you don’t try to stand out, yet you do. Effortlessly. People talk, people laugh, everything gets messy and noisy, and then there’s you, calm, steady, untouched by it all. I think that’s what I noticed first.
Then it grew, worse or better, I’m not sure.
I started noticing the small things. The way your expression softens when you’re alone, a little more real. That quiet smile you don’t show others, like it isn’t meant for anyone else. The way you look at your phone, as if you’re somewhere far away, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that place is like.
And yes… I know you’re not the kind of person who needs someone hovering around. You don’t ask for attention, you don’t even look like you want it. That’s why I stayed silent for so long.
Because what if this just… annoys you?
But I can’t keep pretending it’s nothing.
I like you. I love you. I need you. I want you,...
Not in some loud, dramatic way, not the kind that tries to pull you in or change you. It’s quieter than that. I like being near you, even if we’re not talking. I like the thought of just walking beside you, no pressure, no expectations. Just being there feels enough.
And I don’t expect anything in return. Truly, I don’t.
If you stay distant, that’s okay. If nothing changes, that’s okay too. I just didn’t want this to remain unsaid, like something I was too afraid to admit.
I like you, in a quiet way that won’t fade anytime soon.
And I’ve accepted that reality.
