I wonder if you knew

I wonder if you know

how badly I want to be chosen—

not just for a moment,

not only when the world feels easy,

but in the quiet places

where love has to mean something.

I want to be the one

you look for in a crowded room,

the name your heart says

before your mind can stop it.

I want to feel like I’m not competing

with every possibility,

but that somehow,

after everything,

you still choose me.

Because I still hear you

in songs you’ve never heard with me.

A melody will find me

and suddenly I’m back there—

laughing with you,

holding onto moments

I wish I could fold up

and keep in my pocket.

Sometimes a certain smell

passes by and it’s you.

Not really you—

but close enough

to make my heart forget

for just a second

that you’re not beside me.

And I miss us.

I miss the stupid little moments

that never felt important

until they became memories.

The laughs that hurt our stomachs,

the late nights,

the looks across a room,

the feeling of being close enough

to forget everything else existed.

I miss who I was

when I was with you.

Maybe that’s what hurts the most—

knowing we had something beautiful

and still wondering

if I was beautiful enough

for you to choose forever.

I don’t want to beg for your love.

I don’t want to convince you

that I’m the right one.

I just want you to know.

If your heart ever asks

where it felt like home,

I hope it remembers me.

And if you ever have to choose,

I hope you choose me

not because I asked,

not because I waited,

but because somewhere deep inside you,

you already knew—

it was always supposed to be us.