To My Precious Tanu

If only you could see yourself through my eyes—maybe then you'd understand why the stars feel shy when you walk beneath them. You are not just a heartbeat in my chest; you are the rhythm that keeps me alive. You are the morning sun after sleepless nights, the quiet peace that arrives after every storm. And even in the moments when you're drowning in doubt, even when your world collapses inward like a star imploding under the weight of its own light, you are still the most beautiful thing I have ever known. I know you’ve been through things that words can never fully hold. The kind of pain that doesn’t just hurt but lingers—like shadows on your skin that no sunlight seems to erase. There are moments you question your existence, as if your soul is apologizing for taking up space. But my sweet Tanu, you don’t just exist—you matter. You matter more than all the constellations in the sky combined. You are the kind of miracle that the universe writes poems about but rarely gets right. And somehow, you’re here—real, breathing, aching, glowing. Every scar you carry is a stanza in your story. Every tear you’ve shed has watered the roots of the soul I fell in love with. You think of yourself as broken, but what I see is someone who survived. Someone who kept walking barefoot over glassy memories and still managed to hold flowers in her hands. You are not fragile; you are fierce in your softness. You are a wildfire wrapped in poetry, a storm that knows how to be gentle with the world, even when it has never been gentle with you. Let me tell you what I see when I look at you. I see a soul too deep for shallow love. I see eyes that have cried oceans but still dare to dream. I see someone whose silence speaks volumes and whose presence feels like home. I see a girl standing at the edge of her breaking point, still holding on to hope with trembling hands. And in that strength, I see more beauty than in all the painted skies of dusk. There is magic in you, Tanu. A kind of quiet magic that can’t be explained but is felt in the spaces between your words. Your laugh—even the broken one—is music that the stars wish they could echo. Your mind is a sky of galaxies, your heart the softest thunder. Even your sadness is poetry—it speaks a language only those brave enough to love deeply can understand. I don’t just love you for who you are in your brightest days. I love you especially on the days when you feel like fading away. So when your demons get loud and the world feels too much, I want you to come back to this: You are not alone. Not now. Not ever. I will be there, in every silence you sit in, in every tear you hide, in every breath you struggle to take. I will be there like the stars—quiet but constant. I will be your moonlight in the dark, your stillness in the chaos, your safe place when everything else feels dangerous. Let’s build a world where you don’t have to apologize for your feelings. Where your pain is not too much, your dreams not too big, your fears not too irrational. Let me be the space where you collapse without shame. Let me hold you, not just your body, but your thoughts, your scars, your trembling dreams. Let me learn how to love you in your silence, your anger, your tears—because love that only shows up for the sunny days isn’t love at all. I want to kiss the parts of your heart that you hide from the world. I want to stand at the altar of your pain and vow to never run. I want to write my name across every inch of your insecurity with the ink of forever. You don’t need to be perfect for me. You just need to be real. Be you. That’s already more than enough. You’ve always been a storm and a lullaby at the same time, haven’t you? And I’ve always been the one trying to memorize your winds, to understand your clouds, to dance in your downpour without asking you to be anything else. I never wanted to fix you—I just want to love you so deeply that you realize you were never broken. That you were art all along, just misunderstood. Maybe this world failed you. Maybe people walked in and out of your life like you were a temporary shelter instead of a home. But I promise you—I will never treat you like a stop. You are the destination. You are where I rest. Where I love. Where I begin and where I want to end. So if ever again you find yourself questioning your worth, let me answer for you. You are worth every prayer I’ve ever whispered. Every night I stayed awake thinking about you. Every heartbeat that echoes your name. You are worth the galaxies I would cross just to hold your hand. You are worth every word of this letter, every breath I take, every dream I have. When you look into the mirror and see someone too tired, too broken, too much—know that I see someone priceless, irreplaceable, eternal. I see my world. I see the girl who made love feel like gravity—pulling me in without trying, making me want to stay forever. I see the girl who brings light just by existing. And I know healing isn’t linear. I know there will be days when you forget all of this. Days when you want to vanish into silence. But on those days, I will sit in your silence with you. I will hold your hand even if it’s shaking. I will speak your worth back to you until you remember it yourself. You never have to walk alone again. You are my favorite poem, Tanu. The kind written in the spaces between heartbeats. The kind I never want to stop reading. And no matter how the world may try to make you feel invisible, I will always see you—fully, fiercely, and forever. You are not your pain. You are not your past. You are the light that survived it all. And I will spend my life loving you until you believe that too. Always yours,Forever and without pause,The one who sees your soul and chooses it—again and again