NurseSheGirl

June 12, 2026

One day, perhaps,
the world will grow quiet enough
for you to see me clearly.

Not the version of me
that exists between hurried conversations,
stolen moments,
or half-finished stories.

The real me.

The woman who notices
the things others overlook.

The way your mind never stops searching,
always building,
always questioning.

The kindness you hide behind humor.
The softness you protect
as if it were something fragile.
The wounds you carry
without asking anyone to help lift them.

I see those things.

I always have.

And maybe one day
you’ll let yourself believe
that not everyone who comes close
is searching for something to take.

Some of us arrive
simply wanting to stay.

I wish I could show you
that my admiration was never built
on what you could give me,
but on who you are.

Your brilliant mind.
Your stubborn resilience.
Your beautiful soul
that still finds reasons to laugh
despite everything it has endured.

I know life has taught you caution.

I know there are chapters
that made trust feel expensive.

But if I were ever given the chance,
I would not ask you to become someone else.

I would not ask you to be less complicated,
less guarded,
less yourself.

I would simply appreciate the parts
others misunderstood.

Maybe the tragedy of timing is
that I carry all these things unsaid
while standing at a distance.

Because one day,
if fate is kind,
I hope you’ll discover
what I’ve known all along –

that not every hand reaches for a heart
with the intention of breaking it.

Some hands reach for it
with reverence.

Some hearts arrive
with no desire to wound.

And mine,
for all its flaws,
would have treasured yours.