There are things I think about quietly — the way you laugh when something catches you off guard, the warmth you carry without knowing it, the way the world feels a little steadier whenever you are near.

I don't say it enough. So I wanted to write it down somewhere you could always find it. A small, permanent thing in an impermanent world.

You are seen. Not just the parts you show easily, but the quiet ones too, the ones you keep close. I see them, and I am glad they exist.

Thank you for being exactly who you are. Thank you for letting me be part of your story.