~★Picking daisies on Saturday★~

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To the One Who Holds My Heart,

You don't know me—at least not the way I know you. I see you in stolen moments, the kind that feel like tiny sparks in an otherwise ordinary world. Your laugh echoes like a melody I didn't know I needed, and the way your eyes light up when you're lost in thought or joy is nothing short of mesmerizing.

There's something extraordinary about the way you carry yourself. You may not notice it, but the room shifts when you walk in. There's a quiet elegance in your presence, a warmth that draws people near. I wonder if you know how special you are—how rare it is to meet someone who feels like the embodiment of a dream.

I've spent too many days wishing I had the courage to tell you this in person, but words fail me when I'm near you. So here I am, pouring my heart out in secret, hoping that somehow these words find you at the right moment.

You inspire me to be braver, kinder, and more alive. Just the thought of you makes the world seem brighter, fuller, and richer. I imagine what it might feel like to hold your hand, to see you smile because of something I said, to share even the quietest moments together.

For now, I'll remain in the shadows, content to admire you from afar, savoring the hope that maybe, someday, you might notice me too.

With all the tenderness I can't yet show,
Your Secret Admirer

This is very silly idk