Whenever I sang my songs
On the stage, on my own
Whenever I said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy
You’d always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little bar

My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me

Oh, did you ever know?
That I had mine on you

Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you’re never hurt
As if you’re never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer

So let me come to you
Close as I wanted to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I whisper

How I loved your peaceful eyes on me
did you ever know
That I had mine on you

Darling, so share with me
Your love if you have enough
Your tears if you’re holding back
Or pain if that’s what it is
How can I let you know
I’m more than the dress and the voice
Just reach me out then
You will know that you’re not dreaming

Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you’re never hurt
As if you’re never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer

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If I could dedicate a song to you, I want you to know this: sometimes, you linger in the corners of my mind, even when you don’t realize it. I catch myself noticing the smallest things about you—the way you tilt your head, the quiet way a smile appears, the subtle ways moments feel brighter simply because you exist.

I’ve realized that some connections don’t need to be rushed. There’s a tenderness in watching you from a little distance, in hoping without pressing, in appreciating you for exactly who you are. I find myself imagining small, careful ways to be near you without overwhelming—ways to let you know you’re seen, even if I haven’t yet found the courage to speak the words aloud.

It’s a quiet attention that asks nothing in return, yet holds everything in its own subtle hope. There’s something comforting in letting these feelings exist softly—like a light in the corner, waiting to be noticed, waiting for the right moment.

And so I keep these thoughts close, tucked gently into my heart. I watch, I hope, I imagine. I carry the quiet warmth of your presence with me, even in moments you might not realize. Perhaps it’s best this way, to let these feelings remain soft, keeping us safe from the ones that might hurt.

With love,

Ang 🌸