I know it's a lot to take in, the mountains you had to climb, the wounds you bore just to make it here. Life has not been kind, yet you kept walking forward, step by step painful but worth the step. You may not know me, but perhaps, once upon a time, we crossed paths. Perhaps this feels like a lie, but even lies carry fragments of the truth.
When we met, you never loved me. To you, I was just another face in a sea of strangers. But I loved you, I loved you in silence, in stolen glances, in the moments you never noticed. I spoke to you first, and for you, it was nothing more than a conversation between friends. But for me, that day was everything. It was laughter I locked away like a secret, a memory I stitched into my heart. You were my first love, and I carried that love with me, long after you forgot.
And now, here we are again. Our paths have crossed once more, but you don't remember me. The moments I cherished, the pieces of you I held so close, they have faded from your mind as if they never existed at all. But I remember. I remember every second, every smile, every unspoken wish.
So please, even if you never loved me, even if I was just a fleeting presence in your past—please remember me. Remember the laughter we shared, the warmth of that time, the way we once existed in the same world. Because if you don't, the memories I treasured will slowly slip away, lost in the quiet ache of time. And I,, I will be left with nothing but the sorrow of loving someone who never knew they were loved at all.