My Dearest Love,
You weren’t with me today.
And though the world moved on,
your absence settled quietly beside me—
not loud,
but constant.
A soft ache beneath my every breath.
I tried to keep busy,
but your memory tugged at me
like a wind calling leaves to dance.
So I gave in.
I opened my wallet,
and there you were—
your photograph,
folded and worn,
a piece of you I carry like a secret.
And for reasons I can’t explain,
I stared.
Not glanced—
truly, deeply,
as if my eyes had been blind for years
and suddenly remembered how to see.
And love,
what I saw took my breath away.
You are so beautiful.
I had forgotten.
Not because you changed,
but because I grew used to your presence—
the way one forgets the warmth of the sun
when they live always in its light.
In the rush of ordinary days,
we stop seeing
the extraordinary that stands beside us.
I see you every day—
but today,
I noticed you.
Your smile—so familiar,
yet today it felt like the first bloom of spring.
Your eyes—
they hold entire constellations I’d ceased to name.
Even in this still image,
you were alive—
vivid and quiet
like a whispered promise.
How had I let routine
dull the wonder of you?
We live side by side,
pass cups of tea,
share silences,
and laugh at old jokes.
And somewhere in that rhythm,
I stopped pausing
to admire the miracle of you.
But today, love,
today I remembered.
You are beautiful
in the way dusk softens the sky,
in the way rain kisses the earth,
in the way a song can bring back a memory
you didn’t know you still carried.
You are beautiful
in your gentleness,
in your strength,
in your flaws and your quiet grace.
More beautiful than any photo could hold.
More beautiful than any word I could ever write.
And when you return,
I promise—
I will not forget again.
I will look at you
not with eyes dulled by familiarity,
but with wonder renewed.
Because to know you
is a gift.
And to see you truly
is a blessing I vow never to take for granted again.
With all that I am,
and all that I see in you,
Forever yours,
Me
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