If You Ever Wonder | Anonymous

If you ever wonder

what it feels like

to be truly seen –

not scanned, not admired,

but seen –

I hope you think of me.

Not because I ask you to.

Not because I wait around like some fool in a daydream.

But because love –

real love –

doesn’t disappear

just because it had no place to land.

You’re with him.

And maybe that made sense

on some level.

He looked like safety,

or timing,

or the kind of choice that made things easier.

But still –

you move like someone born to lead constellations

You are rare.

The way you light up without trying.

The way your voice carries quiet conviction,

even when you’re unsure.

The way rooms lean toward you

and eyes soften –

You just haven’t fully stepped into

the gravity you already have.

He might hold your hand,

but I’d hold your truth.

The parts you tuck away,

the dreams you haven’t said out loud,

the fire you haven’t let all the way out yet.

So no pressure.

No drama.

No timeline.

Just this:

If the day ever comes

when you wake up

and feel that quiet ache

for something real –

for a love that doesn’t just choose you,

but sees you –

I’ll be here.

Not waiting.

Just ready.

Because you are precious.

And I always knew.