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Somewhere along the way, you became the person my mind drifts to without effort. The one whose presence feels steady, whose laugh lingers, whose way of seeing the world makes mine feel clearer. You have this rare mix of warmth and depth that makes people feel understood, and I don’t think you even realize how powerful that is.
Being around you makes ordinary moments feel meaningful. I find myself wanting to share things with you first good news, bad days, random thoughts because you matter to me in a way that’s hard to explain and impossible to ignore.
I don’t know where this leads, and I’m not asking for anything more than honesty in return. I just needed you to know that my feelings are real, thoughtful, and deeply rooted in who you are. I care about you, Looper. More than I’ve been letting on.