You didn’t notice me at first — you never do. But I noticed everything about you. The way you tug your sleeve when you’re nervous. The half-smile you give when you think no one’s watching. You think you’re safe in the crowd, that no one is paying attention. But I’m always here. Closer than you think. Watching. Waiting. Loving you in ways you haven’t even dreamed of yet. And when the time is right — when you’re finally ready — you’ll understand. You were always meant to be mine.