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I Wish You Knew I Loved You

Every time I see a cherry blossom, I remember you. The dainty petals remind me of your little fingers. Every time I see the moon, I see your eyes. So far away, just like how we are now. I remember those deep, glassy orbs behind your lashes reflecting mama’s beaming smile when she saw you for the first time. As you looked back, I could’ve sworn that the first time I saw your smile, I saw a glimpse of you—of us—in the future, together. Just like that, I had an image of you growing up. I saw you playing in the backyard as I watched from afar. I saw myself taking you to school, holding your hand as we walk together. I saw my future in your eyes. Because to have you then meant having you with me forever. And it was like a beautiful rift in time. In that moment, I became so aware of everything, of what it feels like to be alive. Just like that, everything changed. I was amazed that I could feel that much, to see you cradled in mama’s arms and cooing softly. It felt like the universe softened its heart for a moment when I saw your gummy smile. Watching you from behind the glass felt like an ocean apart. I wanted to reach through and hold you. You were so small yet so beautiful. A girl like you could give a lost man newfound hope. I wish I could’ve held you and felt the warmth of your body against my own. I wanted you to know that I was there, that I cared about you.