A Letter Not From Your Lover

That fleeting smile, that haunting stare - I am in love with it.

I am not your lover. I am someone.

Do they see the beauty I see? Not that perfect blush on your freckled cheeks, nor that flowing hair blowing in the wind.

I see you.

I see the light that emanates from within you. I feel your warmth that makes the coldest days bearable. Your kindness that feels like a soft summer breeze. Your thirst for life and your joy of being free. Your genuine absence of envy for others' happiness. The way you lift people up with your magnetic positivity.

I see you.

I see who you are now. Not what you did in your youth, nor your hopes and dreams for tomorrow. I see you now. Here. Effortlessly gazing into my deepest fears, settling my heart, sweeping away my seemingly ceaseless melancholy. Then my heart bursts. From the corners of my lips breaks a beam. And just like you, I stare aspirantly and smile painlessly.