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March

I wasn’t waiting — not for love, not for light. I was just —drifting. Half-awake in a life that felt like background noise. Like static on a radio no one bothers to fix. Not sad exactly, just disconnected. Like I was showing up to life out of habit more than choice.
People asked how I was, and I’d say “good,” because it wasn’t like me to try to explain the dull ache of not feeling much at all. I wasn’t falling apart, but I wasn’t really there either. Just going through the motions. I didn’t feel broken — just sort of blurred around the edges. Then — she walked in. No fanfare. No Rom-com slow motion entrance. Just a girl whose presence said enough. A girl whose laugh cracked open the silence in my chest. She didn’t save me. She didn’t try. She saw me. Really saw me. Like every broken piece was part of a mosaic I forgot I was making. She never asked me to change — but, suddenly, I wanted to. To be better. She made stillness feel like music. Chaos feel like art. I started to remember who I was before the world tried to shape me into someone I wasn’t. Her presence wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough to drown out my doubt. To rewrite the way I saw the world. She taught me that love isn’t a rescue. It’s a recognition. It’s standing in someone’s shadow and choosing not to run. It’s the light switch you didn’t know was there but now can’t see without. Now, the world is in colour. Now, I write poems just to feel close to the way she makes me feel. Now, I believe in beginnings again. All because, a beautiful girl walked into my life — asked nothing of me, and gave everything to me.
I will give everything to her.

I love you forever.

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