6 months. 6 months since the first time I met you, the first time we spoke, the first time you smiled at me. I wasn’t aware.

4 months. 4 months since the snow, the first class we had together, the first jokes we shared. I still wasn’t aware.

3 months. 3 months since you wanted a change, the sleepiness, the first moment. Unaware of my Valentine.

2 months. 2 months since truth or dare, you trusted me with your secret, the unrequited love. I was still unaware.

1 month. 1 month since the late nights, the heartache you felt, the time I just wanted to let you know everything would be okay. Unaware.

1 week. 1 week since the alcohol, the dancing, the second moment. Drunkenly aware.

1 day. 1 day since you let me in, since you ate just so I could, since the third moment. I finally became aware.

Today. Today you are still unaware. Unaware of your strength, your courage and your worth.

Unaware that you don’t deserve all this pain, this heartache, this self-hate.

Unaware how your smile is contagious, that your heart is pure and made of gold, how talented you are.

How I wish I could make you aware of all these things.

Today. Today I am still unaware.

Unaware of many things about you, your moments of weakness, your true sadness, the moments you just want to give up.

How I wish I could make you aware of how much you are loved.

Unaware of how happy I am when you are around, how all my worries and anxieties disappear for just those moments, how safe you make me feel when we hug.

Unaware of how much you mean to me, how much I want to be there for you at the end of the day, of how much I love you.