Lately, I've been thinking about how strange life is. Sometimes you're just trying to get through the day, holding on to your family, your friends, your little routines, the things that keep you here. And then, somehow, someone walks into your life without even trying to save you. They just talk to you. They show you movies. They tell you stories. They make you laugh about things you haven't laughed about in a long time. And you don't notice it at first, but something inside you starts waking up again. Maybe it was the little girl in me who always wanted to escape into movies whenever real life became too much. Maybe she finally found somewhere safe for a few hours. I don't know if he knows how much those little things meant to me. Maybe he never will. And that's okay. Because sometimes someone can become a beautiful part of your life without ever becoming yours. I know there are parts of him he keeps hidden. Parts that probably hurt more than he lets anyone see. And sometimes I wish he would let someone find those parts and tell him, "You don't have to be scared anymore." I wish something incredibly beautiful happens to him someday. Something so happy that he forgets why he was afraid to love. Even if that happiness isn't me. I think I'd still be happy for him. Because maybe loving someone isn't always about being loved back. Sometimes it's just quietly hoping life is kind to them even when they never know how much you hoped for it.