For the girl who grew up in the shadows of others, the one who felt like she had to beg to be seen for more than a score. For the girl silently screaming for years without anyone noticing. Being seen by him, wanted by him, chased by him, fought for by him feels like winning the lottery. I hope you know you’re worthy of being noticed in both the calm and the storm, in the silence between notes, even when you don’t speak it.
