Her smile wasn't extraordinary to others.
But to him, it meant everything.
He noticed things that no one else cared to notice. The way her eyes softened when she smiled genuinely. The way she looked away when she felt shy. The way her smile disappeared when something was wrong—even if she said she was "fine."
He remembered every detail.
He remembered how her mood changed through texts. How her replies slowed when she was tired. How she used certain words only when she felt comfortable.
She didn't know it, but she lived inside his thoughts.
To the world, she was just being herself.
To him, she was slowly becoming his world.
He never told her. He believed love didn't always need to be spoken.
Maybe patience would speak for him. Maybe consistency would show her what words couldn't.