I Don’t Know Why It’s Her — I Just Know She’s the One I Don’t Want to Lose

"I Don’t Know Why It’s Her — I Just Know She’s the One I Don’t Want to Lose"

I don’t know when it started.

I don’t even know why it’s her.

She didn’t have to try.

She didn’t have to shine louder than anyone.

She just… existed.

And that was enough for my heart to whisper:

“Her. I don’t want to lose her.”

Every little moment —

the way she smiles (even when she’s tired),

the way she stands behind the counter,

the way her hair is tied… or not tied —

they all became pieces of something unexplainable inside me.

I never chose her with logic.

I never made a list of reasons.

There’s no “why.”

Just this feeling that stays.

The feeling that even if I walk away a thousand times,

my heart will always turn back… to her.

And I don’t regret loving her.

Even if it’s one-sided.

Even if she never knows.

Even if one day she belongs to someone else.

Because this love?

It made me softer.

It made me present.

It reminded me how deeply I can feel — without needing anything back.

So no…

It’s not about why her.

It’s just that… it’s her.

And I don’t want to lose her.

Even if the world doesn’t understand.

Even if I can’t explain it myself.

Some love doesn’t need a reason.

It just becomes part of you.

And she… quietly became part of me.

Dedicated to:

The little caffie who never knew - but changed everything. 

- someone who loved her softly... and quietly stayed.

> if you've ever loved someone silently, with no promise and no ending... you are not alone. 

Your love still mattered. And maybe, just maybe... it was the most real and beautiful kind of all.