Even though I know she isn’t the one, I still love her. I’ve grown to adore this silent way of loving; every interaction brings a wave of warmth. When days are heavy, a simple reply from her to my story is enough to turn everything around.

She belongs with someone else, and I respect that. I believe that letting go is also a form of love. I don’t want to push or intrude; I’d rather let her be happy. So, I will let her go.

I pour my love, time, and effort blindly into those I care for, regardless of who they are. To me, it doesn’t matter if they are a boy or a girl, how they look, or how ‘weird’ they might seem. As long as they provide comfort, I will always strive to treat them better than anyone else.