I sometimes think the heart has a mind of its own, because mine wanders to you even when I tell it to be sensible. It happens in the smallest moments — while tying my shoes, or watching the curtains move in the breeze. You appear in my thoughts as naturally as daylight. I wonder if you realize how easily you brighten my days. A simple memory of you can turn an ordinary afternoon into something I want to hold onto. It is a quiet happiness, the kind that doesn’t ask for attention but glows softly all the same. There are so many things I still hope to know about you — your thoughts when you can’t sleep, the stories from your childhood, the dreams you hardly say out loud. To be trusted with those feels to me like being handed something precious. Sometimes I worry my words are too small for what I feel. But perhaps love begins in small, honest sentences and grows from there. If so, then this letter is a beginning, written with all the sincerity I have. I will tuck these thoughts onto this page and send them to you, hoping they arrive like a gentle tap on your shoulder — just to remind you that somewhere, someone is thinking of you with great fondness. I sometimes think the heart has a mind of its own, because mine wanders to you even when I tell it to be sensible. It happens in the smallest moments — while tying my shoes, or watching the curtains move in the breeze. You appear in my thoughts as naturally as daylight. I wonder if you realize how easily you brighten my days. A simple memory of you can turn an ordinary afternoon into something I want to hold onto. It is a quiet happiness, the kind that doesn’t ask for attention but glows softly all the same. There are so many things I still hope to know about you — your thoughts when you can’t sleep, the stories from your childhood, the dreams you hardly say out loud. To be trusted with those feels to me like being handed something precious. Sometimes I worry my words are too small for what I feel. But perhaps love begins in small, honest sentences and grows from there. If so, then this letter is a beginning, written with all the sincerity I have. I will tuck these thoughts onto this page and send them to you, hoping they arrive like a gentle tap on your shoulder — just to remind you that somewhere, someone is thinking of you with great fondness. And if ever you doubt how much you mean to me, I hope you will remember that someone, somewhere, carries your smile with them like a small treasure. It is a comfort to know that even in a large and restless world, two hearts can think of each other at the very same time.