​"To the Boy with the Kind Eyes"

You didn’t do anything grand.

You didn’t save me from a fire.

Or write me poems under the stars.

You just looked at me

like I was worth looking at.

And somehow,

that was enough.

Your eyes —

not loud, not sharp —

Just… kind.

Like they understood a version of me

even I forget exists within me.

You never asked for my stories,

But made space for them anyway,

Like silence with you wasn’t awkward —

It felt safe.

I don’t know if you’ll ever know

What you did with just a glance,

How you softened a world

That felt too hard for me to carry that day.

But if you ever wonder —

If anyone notices the little ways

You make life better

just by being in it —

The answer is yes.

I did.

I do.