You were like the view from a train journey to me.
For someone who had never traveled by train before, you were overwhelmingly alluring,
untouchable even—
so majestic,
I didn’t dare turn my head for even a second.
I was afraid if I did, I’d miss one moment of you,
and one moment lost would cost me a lifetime.
So I locked my gaze on the view.
On you.
Nature passed between us,
and smiled at me.
Bridges carried me over your gleaming waters.
Unaware of all that unfolded inside that train,
I only realized I’d fallen under your spell
when I noticed my tears—
not because I was sad,
but because I had stared too long without blinking.
And I hadn’t even felt
my inner world spilling over as those tears quietly left me.
I had stopped asking every logical question—
first and foremost: “Why?”
You left me in scenes I had never felt before,
never lived through,
and naturally fumbled to make sense of.
Your image became a symbol, a poem,
a guest in the novel I was building,
a character I didn’t invite—
but who became the most beloved part.
You became the sentences that wrote themselves
faster than my hand could keep up,
words lined up in awe, just to reflect your presence.
Whenever I tried to walk away,
I found myself in pages written for you—
tangled in poems that fell apart at the sight of your eyes.
No rhyme felt worthy.
Every verse bent its head.
The words competed, but poetry doesn’t beg.
You can’t write too much—
you can’t leave it short.
And yet, you composed your own melody
within the most lyrical tone I ever owned.
You entered my life like a symphony—
unexpected, but the most beautiful I’ve ever heard.
And now,
even if I wanted to,
I can’t send you away.
More than that,
I realized I don’t want to.
Because somewhere along the way,
you became the most essential part of my transformation.
You’ve settled into a space I couldn’t fill with anyone or anything else.
I won’t try to remove you—
because I know,
those eyes of yours would convince me otherwise.
To lose to your gaze
was to learn that even defeat
can be beautiful.
You are my most beautiful defeat.
Happy birthday.
Even if life began for you through heavy choices,
I’m grateful you’re here.
I don’t want to imagine a world
where you don’t exist.
Seval.
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