To the one
who always checks my stories,
across every screen we share—
who knows my dramas by heart
but never interrupts them.
Thank you.
I notice you.
Even in silence,
even without messages,
I feel no resentment—
only appreciation.
You have your own way
of caring,
a language made of presence,
not words.
And somehow,
I understand it.
I know you're not one
for long talks or loud gestures.
I know your concern
doesn't announce itself.
But I also know—
if I ever asked,
you would run to me
without hesitation.
So thank you
for staying,
for watching,
for caring quietly.
I just hope you know
it's you
I'm talking about.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoesíaThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
