I don’t know you. and yet, you exist somewhere within me. whenever I fall apart it feels like you’re holding me from afar without words, without meeting. Sometimes I wonder, do you feel me too? Does a quiet thought of me ever touch your heart the way you touch mine? I don’t walk with the crowd, I don’t speak in noise. But the love I give is real maybe a little timid, but deep. I’ve waited through seasons, through storms, through the ache of not knowing where you are. Yet I believe you’ll find me, even if I never know when. I don’t want a perfect person. just someone who sees me the way I’ve never seen myself. Every day, every night, without a name, without a face, I have simply felt you. If we ever meet, just pause. I may be quiet and nervous at first, but I won’t walk away. Yes, I’ll stay...