I found you in the middle of my chaos,
not searching, not hoping, yet somehow stumbling into you.
In this world that screams, breaks, and bruises,
you stood so serene, so untouched by the noise.
You didn't beg for attention,
nor shrink when overlooked;
you were simply yourself,
pure, unbothered, unmoved.
You never took disrespect as an option,
yet your strength was never loud.
You commanded respect
not by force, but by your presence.
Even the chaotic bowed in quiet acknowledgment.
So tell me, how could I not love you?
When your gentleness mirrored something I once held so dearly,
something I lost
to time, to mistakes,
to the monsters I created within myself.
You became a reminder
of who I used to be,
of the softness I abandoned to survive,
of the peace I learned to live without.
And somehow, without meaning to,
just by existing,
you became a cure I never asked for,
a truth that hurts as much as it heals.