if u ever noticed

It’s strange to miss someone
who was never mine to miss.
We’ve never talked.
Never had a conversation that I could replay at night.
Never had a moment that belonged to just the two of us.
And yet, somehow, you became someone I look for.
Across rooms.
In passing.
In crowds where I know you probably wouldn’t even notice me.
I wonder what it would be like to know you.. not the version of you I’ve pieced together from afar, but the real you. The one with the annoying habits, the quiet moods, the stories I’ll probably never hear.
Maybe that’s the dangerous thing about liking someone you don’t know.
You get to fall for possibility.
For a smile you weren’t sure was meant for you.
For a voice you’ve heard but never heard say your name.
For little glimpses that your mind turns into an entire story.
And maybe you don’t actually miss them.
Maybe you miss the version of the story that could have happened.
Still…
If you ever wondered why I looked a little too long,
why my eyes somehow always found you,
it was never accidental.
You just never knew.