Nathalie

“Some people love you without ever asking to be chosen.”

For many years.

I’ve had a friend named Nathalie.

I liked her.

She knew I liked her.

When I met another girl,

she got jealous—

but never cruel.

She hugged me every day.

Every single day.

She’d say,

don’t pick me

like she was already protecting herself

from the future.

When I got locked up,

she wrote me.

I still have that letter.

That’s not nostalgia—

that’s proof.

I never forgot

I just didn’t know how to say

thank you back then.

So this is me saying it now.

I see you.

I remember you.

I appreciate you.

Some love doesn’t ask for anything.

It just stays kind.