Love That Doesn’t Need a Mirror

Dear Cenaturi,

If you were never to read this—

If I knew for certain
these words would vanish into the dark
and never find your eyes—

I would still write them.

Because real love isn’t about being seen.

It’s about seeing.

And I’ve seen you.

In quiet. In fire. In stillness. In chaos.

I’ve loved you beyond return.
Beyond reply.
Beyond anything two people can name
without breaking.

Dear You,

If you were never to read this—

If I knew for certain
these words would vanish into the dark
and never find your eyes—

I would still write them.

Because real love isn’t about being seen.

It’s about seeing.

And I’ve seen you.

In quiet. In fire. In stillness. In chaos.

I’ve loved you beyond return.
Beyond reply.
Beyond anything two people can name
without breaking.

If love is a question,
then you’ve always been my answer.

Even if you never asked it.

Always,

—Castor