A Letter to the One My Heart First Knew

My dearest,

I never told you —

but my heart began whispering your name

long before I understood what love even meant.

It didn’t need words.

It only needed you.

The first time I saw you,

I think the world softened.

You smiled —

and the clouds scattered

as if the sky itself wanted me to see only you.

I was just a quiet boy

who never had the courage to say it out loud —

but in my dreams,

in my scribbled notebooks,

in the folds of my bag,

you lived, always.

I tied dreams into your braids,

wrote your name in crooked hearts,

and memorized the sound of your laughter

even though it was too delicate for words to hold.

I never held your hand,

never made you promises —

but silently, I stood beside you,

hoping my presence

was enough to make you feel

how much you meant to me.

Do you remember those secret glances?

The quiet spaces between classes,

where your eyes met mine

and time disappeared?

We were just kids,

but what I felt for you…

it was real.

It was sunlight in my chest,

and stars in my eyes.

Even now,

I open those old pages

and smile at the little drawings —

flowers, hearts, your name,

all of it still glowing.

They say young love fades,

but I think it never truly leaves.

It just settles quietly inside you,

soft and eternal.

Because, in that small, perfect world —

It was you, and it was me.

And honestly,

that was everything.

Forever cherishing that first beat of my heart,

— Yours, before I even knew I was yours.