My Dearest,

There are words that I have carried in my heart for so long, words that tremble on the edge of every breath, yet somehow, I cannot bring myself to say them. They are words full of tenderness and longing, words that speak of love so deep it has become a part of me—yet each time I try to give them life, they fade back into silence.

I have watched you, perhaps more closely than I should, in those quiet moments when you are unaware of the world around you, and I have marveled at how effortlessly you fill my life with warmth. You bring light into my days in ways I could never fully express, and my heart, without permission, found its home in you long ago.

Yet, for reasons I cannot explain, my lips remain sealed. It isn’t fear, nor is it doubt in what I feel. Rather, it is the weight of this love—so precious, so fragile—that makes me hesitant. I fear that in saying it aloud, something so pure might be shattered or changed by the very act of naming it. Perhaps I am selfish for keeping this love locked away where only I can hold it, but know that it is there, constant and unwavering.

If ever you feel a presence near you in moments of quiet, that is my heart reaching out to you, whispering what I cannot say. If ever my eyes linger on you a moment too long, it is because they are filled with all the love I cannot speak.

I hope, in some unspoken way, you have felt this love as clearly as if I had shouted it from the highest place. It is a part of me, and it is yours, always.
With all that I cannot say but deeply feel,

Yours always,