They said I was beautiful,
and I smiled—
but secretly wished
it was you who said it.

They brought me flowers,
I opened the card,
heart racing,
hoping to see
your name.

Every time my phone lit up,
I hoped,
And prayed
it was your name.

Even when someone
called me the love of their life,
I only wished
you were the one saying it.

Because no matter who it was—
it’s always
been
you.