You’d never entirely felt loved. Of course you had been loved by some members of your family, your parents most of the time. But during your school years you had never really felt like you were desired

You had watched from the sidelines as your friends had gone on dates, and had their first kisses, or been taken to the dances whilst you remained solitary.

”however, in your penultimate year during breakfast you had been delivered a small envelope. Your friends paid no attention to this, realising it would probably just be from home.

However to your surprise, it was far from something your family would write. It was a love note, and it was long.

’My Dearest,

I’ve watched you from the edges of moments—where light softens and time seems to pause just long enough for me to breathe you in. You move like poetry the world forgot how to write, and I find myself memorizing the lines you leave behind in silence.

There’s a gentle ache in loving you from a distance, a beauty in the not-quite and almost, but still—what a wonder it is to feel the pull of your gravity. I am content to orbit, to witness, to quietly gather the fragments of you that fall when you smile.

If ever you turn and see me there—just know, I’ve been yours longer than you’ll ever know. Always, Someone who sees you. If you are willing, meet me by the kitchens tonight.