I find myself drawn to you. I’m not sure when it started, but now, it feels like you’ve become a beacon in my life. Even amid the noise and crowd, your presence commands my attention. There’s something about you that captivates me.
I’ve discovered a strange kind of happiness in simply yearning for you. I don’t need anything more than the possibility of what could be. The mere thought of you brings me a quiet joy, a flicker of anticipation for what might come. This hope, this possibility, becomes a source of light in my days.
There are fleeting moments when it feels as though you notice me too. A shared smile, a friendly laugh — these small gestures sustain my hope. Even if they’re just signs of politeness, they mean everything to me. They keep the dream alive.
When I see you, even in the simplest of actions — tying your shoes, chatting with a friend — my heart races. Your presence alone is enough to captivate me, to make ordinary moments feel extraordinary.
At night, I replay our brief interactions over and over. Each word, each glance, is scrutinized and cherished. It’s a bittersweet kind of self-inflicted torment, a way to keep hope alive even when it feels like a distant dream.
I imagine conversations with you, laughter we might share, and the time we could spend together. These daydreams offer an escape, a space where my feelings are validated. Though I know they might never materialize, they provide solace and comfort.
Sometimes I wonder if you’ve ever noticed my lingering gaze or the way I seem to always be around. Did you ever sense the depth of my feelings? Or am I just another face, easily overlooked once the day ends?
Seeing you with others, happy and content, brings a pang of longing. Yet, there’s also a part of me that feels content knowing you’re experiencing joy, even if it’s not with me. Your happiness is a gift, and even if I’m not a part of it, I’m grateful to witness it.
In the end, you were never mine to lose. Our paths diverge, and our lives follow separate courses. But the hope remains — a quiet, enduring hope that one day, you might notice me too.
For now, the yearning is enough. It sustains me, and so I continue to cherish the hope that one day, perhaps, you’ll see me the way I see you. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming, finding joy in the art of longing.
