You’ve been there—
in the silence, in the noise,
in the moments when words failed her.

You never asked for explanations,
never needed a reason to stay.
You just knew—
what to say, when to listen,
when to stay with her in the mess of it all.

Through every storm,
every mistake,
every version of her she's been,
you stood beside her,
steady as ever.

Others don’t always understand your quiet,
the way you let the world move around you
without demanding to be seen.
They miss the humor in your words,
the strange knowledge you carry,
the way your mind wanders into places
most people never think to go.

But she sees you.
She hears you.
And she will always listen.

There are things only you and her
seem to see the same way,
truths unspoken but understood,
woven into late-night talks.

You are not perfect—
neither is she—
but in a world that often misunderstands,
You meet in the space between words,
where no explanations are needed,
where thoughts flow freely.

Though you do not hold her heart in a romantic sense,
you know her and it better than anyone.
You hold more of her secrets than anyone,
always treading carefully to her appreciation.
She sees strength in you—even when you do not see it yourself.

You, who handles her harsh truths with careful understanding
Who wishes to learn what turns her mind
Who supports her without asking for anything in return,
Who opens her mind to new horizons she never would have explored.

Yours is not a story of longing,
but of knowing,
of minds that find each other
when the rest of the world
feels just a little too far.

She doesn't say it enough,
but she sees it.
She sees you.
And she is grateful,
for always being her rock.