𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝

I don’t just love you.
I’ve become like dry land that has finally been rained on… and can no longer live without that moisture.

I think only God knows how truly beautiful you are.
And the strange part is that you believe it less than anyone else.
Maybe because you’ve seen yourself every day for years. After a while, people get used even to the most beautiful views. I think you’ve gotten used to yourself… but others haven’t.
Some people’s beauty is like a bright outfit everyone notices it and then it’s over. But yours is different. There’s something quiet and hidden in it that you only notice when you get really close. It’s like walking through a noisy city and suddenly finding a calm little alley full of light, silence, and a good feeling… a place you never even knew existed until that moment. I found that alley.
Some people, when they enter a room, the first thing that catches attention is their appearance. But when they leave, it’s as if nothing special happened. You’re the opposite. Maybe the first thing people notice about you is your face… but the last thing they remember is the feeling of being near you. A strange kind of calm. An energy that’s hard to explain. A familiar feeling, as if they’ve known you before.
Sometimes I think your beauty is like a soft song. Not the ones that shout “Listen to me!” from the very first second — the ones that start quietly, and the more you listen, the more you love them. Then one day you catch yourself humming them under your breath without even realizing it. You’re like that too. The more I get to know you, the more I feel there are still so many beautiful things about you that I haven’t discovered yet. And the most interesting part is… I feel like you haven’t fully discovered them either.
And there’s one more thing… when I’m next to you, time seems to move a little slower. Not because you say or do anything special just your presence is enough to make everything feel softer and more real. It’s like being in the middle of a loud, busy day when a quiet rain suddenly starts falling and everything becomes still and beautiful for a few moments. You’re that rain.
Sometimes I wish you could see the world through my eyes for just one minute. Not so I can say “See? I was right.” Just so you could understand why every time I talk to you, or even just see your name, I smile without thinking. Because a mirror only shows people’s faces. It doesn’t know how to show their presence. It doesn’t know how to show the feeling that stays after your laughter, your mischief, your honesty, or even your silence.
Maybe that’s why you still don’t know how beautiful you are.
And I hope one day you see yourself the same way the people who love you see you.
Loving you feels like a river that has slowly started flowing through me.
At first it was just a distant sound, but little by little it came and came until it filled all the dry fields of my heart. Now there’s no stopping it. It’s like a flood that arrives after long rains and carries everything with it.
This feeling is like the roots of an old tree settled deep in the soil. From the outside it might look like just an ordinary tree, but underground it has spread so wide and deep that it can no longer be separated from the earth. That’s what I’ve become with you. Your roots have gone all the way to the bottom of me.
Sometimes this love is like a wind that passes over a plain. It comes softly, moves the hair, brushes the skin, and then leaves… but the feeling remains. Even when you’re not here, I can still feel the scent of that wind in my chest.
And sometimes it’s like winter sunlight. Not burning, not harsh just warm and gentle. The kind of sun that, after cloudy days, makes you close your eyes without thinking and turn your face toward it. That’s exactly how I feel every time I think of you. As if a part of me is quietly warming up.
Loving you is like spring for me. Not the loud, busy kind of spring the quiet one that arrives gently, opens the buds, and brings everything back to life without any noise. You did the same to me. You came quietly and made places in my heart that I thought had dried up start turning green again.