what if they see you too? 

i’m afraid—
not of losing you,
but of others finding you.

i’m afraid they’ll see you the way i do—
not just your smile,
but the soul behind it.
the quiet kindness in your voice,
the way your presence feels like calm after a storm.

i’m afraid they’ll notice
how your laughter softens the edges of a room,
how your silence speaks louder than noise,
how your flaws feel like poetry
and your thoughts—
like windows to something rare.

i’m afraid they’ll fall in love
with the same reasons i did,
not just who you are
but how you make people feel like home.

and worse—
i fear they’ll get to know you
in the way i do.
that they’ll earn pieces of you
i thought only i could hold.

i hope they never have
the same access to your heart,
the same closeness,
the same versions of you
you gave me in quiet moments.

because if they do—
if the world begins to love you
the way i do,
then what am i, really,
but just one more pair of eyes
that saw something beautiful too late to call it mine?

and maybe that’s the cruelest part—
to realize you were never mine to lose,
only a miracle i got to witness
before everyone else learned how to look.