I don’t know how to say this without my heart racing,  
without my words stumbling over themselves,  
but I have to say it anyway—because you deserve to know.  

There is something about you…  
Something in the way you carry yourself,  
the way your words linger long after you’ve spoken,  
the way your presence shifts the air—  
as if the world itself knows you are special.  

I’ve caught myself thinking of you at the strangest times.  
Not just when I see you, not just when I hear your name,  
but in the quiet moments, in the in-between spaces,  
where thoughts drift to what truly matters.  

Rumi once said,  
"The moment I heard my first love story,  
I started looking for you,  
not knowing how blind that was.  
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere—  
they’re in each other all along."  

And now, I understand what he meant.  
Because somehow, before I even knew you,  
I think my heart already did.  

I don’t know where this will go,  
I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed,  
but I do know this—  
you are someone worth knowing, worth admiring,  
worth writing a thousand words for.  

And this is just the first of many.