People say it's madness to love someone who doesn't see you

People say it's madness to love someone who doesn't see you, walking in a world where your presence is just a silent breeze, but is it truly madness? Sometimes, love is born quietly, like a devotion to a distant star that asks not to be seen, it just shines, and you can only watch from the shadows, memorizing the rhythm of her laughter, how her presence changes a room, how her voice lingers in your mind long after she's gone. She doesn't need your admiration, doesn't wait for your words, doesn't turn when you pass by, and yet, your heart murmurs her name, like an old forgotten song living in the memory of a dream, but does that make love any less real? Not every love is returned, some are just meant to be carried, to be a light in the dark, so perhaps it's not foolishness, but the courage to love without expecting, to find beauty in the unattainable, to continue loving, even when she will never know, to carry within you the light of a star, to let yourself be guided by its glow in a world that cannot see, to let your heart sing the story of a love that asks for nothing, just exists, and to know that even unspoken love has its place in your universe, for the true madness would be not having the courage to love the impossible, to not feel the warmth of a distant star, to not see beauty in a dream, and to continue loving, even when love remains an echo.