You knew love before you even knew what it meant. It bloomed slowly—between scribbled notes, shared laughter under sunlit skies, and pinky promises you both believed in. It wasn’t loud or rushed. It was patient, growing in between the years like a soft hum in the background of your life.

You didn’t realize you loved her until much later until you saw her smile again and it brought back everything you never truly forgot.

“It’s always been you—even before I had the words to say it.”