I bared my soul, hoping you'd feel the depth of my affection. But you brushed it off like it was nothing. It's strange how you couldn't see my love, yet it's etched into your very being. I'll hold onto it, even as you struggle to understand its value.

As time passes, you may begin to see glimpses of what you overlooked—the countless moments of tenderness, the unwavering support, the genuine care woven into every word and action. But by then, the chance to embrace it fully will have slipped away, leaving only a lingering sense of regret in its wake.

And when you finally wake up and see how much I cared, it'll be too late. You'll regret letting my love slip through your fingers, realizing what you missed out on. Yet, even in that moment of clarity, the love I offered will remain out of reach, a poignant reminder of the precious bond we could have shared.