There are people in this world who feel too much.

They get teary-eyed at sunsets,

Smile at strangers on lonely benches,

And fall in love with moments most people overlook.

They're the ones who cry at the end of a book, Who still remember what you said months ago, Who tuck little notes in lunch boxes,

And feel guilty for things that were never their fault.

These are the people whose hearts you must never break.

Because they don't just give you love—

They give you pieces of themselves.

In silence. In softness. In stillness.

You'll find them standing alone in a crowd, Not because they're lonely-

But because they notice everything,

And most things hurt when you feel this deeply.

But oh-

How they light up when they're understood.

How they bloom when they are held gently.

* seen without being loud, + loved without being perfect,

• and heard without having to scream...