هُدهُد

I love you because you are the beautiful exception in all my days, and because your presence alone makes my heart more at peace, as if you are the place I return to no matter how far life takes me.

I didn't love you just because you were different from everyone else, but because when I met you, I felt my heart find its way to you without me having to teach it. In your presence, ordinary things become beautiful, as if you add a meaning to life that I can't describe. I love you quietly, without exaggeration and without needing to prove anything to anyone; it's enough for me that I know how I feel about you. And the most beautiful thing about my love for you is that I don't wish to possess you or change you, but rather I wish for you to remain as you are, and to always find in my presence a safe space where you can laugh, talk, and be silent without having to explain yourself. Perhaps I don't always tell you how much you mean to me, but you are present in many things you don't see: in my smile when I remember you, in the prayers I hope bring you good fortune, and in every moment I wish for your days to be more beautiful. You are not just a story I loved; you are a feeling I hope will remain beautiful.

I love you in a way that makes me see something different in you than in anyone else, not because you're straightforward, but because my heart finds something in you that it hasn't found in anyone else. I love your presence that fills the space, the special year you have that stays in my memory, and the details you might not notice because they mean so much to me. And I hope you always know that there's a heart that truly loves your presence and wishes it would remain one of the most beautiful chapters of its long life.