Dear ,
As I write this letter, sunlight slants across the corner of my desk, and it reminds me of how you always notice these subtle beauties. Time spent with you is like finding a quiet forest in the midst of a noisy world,it doesn't require many words, yet it always feels so comforting.
I often secretly admire your innate gift: you see colors in a fleeting sunset that others miss, and you find poetry in the simplest moments. I remember once when you pointed at an unassuming flower by the roadside and said, "It's blooming so bravely." In that instant, I realized that beauty could be defined so tenderly.
You might not know this, but your presence alone is healing. While others rush to speak, you choose to listen quietly. When the world chases glamour, you stay true to yourself. This understated gentleness is like a perfectly timed spring breeze, making people relax without even realizing it.
Sometimes I wonder, during those moments when you're alone listening to music or taking a walk, are you having the most honest conversation with the world? The feelings left unspoken might transform into colors on a canvas, melodies on piano keys, or flashes of inspiration in a journal. If you ever want to share them, I'll be your most attentive listener. But if you prefer the quiet of solitude, I understand and respect that need completely.
In a world that always urges us to be "faster" and "louder," I hope you'll keep holding onto this rare sense of calm. There's no need to force yourself to be more outgoing—your quietness is already a kind of strength. I look forward to collecting more beautiful fragments with you: maybe the scent drifting from a corner café, a song that moves us unexpectedly at midnight, or simply another aimless walk together.
Wishing you small joys today and always.
By XuAn.