In your silence, I find myself imagining the world you navigate without me—the laughter, the sadness, the secrets you keep hidden. It's a world I may never fully enter, but it haunts me all the same. I wonder if my journey toward you is less about reaching you and more about rediscovering who I am along the way.
There's something magical about the way you look at me, your small, shy smiles carrying a depth of meaning. It's not loud or overwhelming but quiet and genuine, as though it's meant just for me. In those moments, I feel truly seen.