When he rushed toward me afterward—eyes shining, apology trembling on his tongue—I realized something deeper had happened. He finally recognized what had always been there: the steady presence woven through years of car rides, shared meals, late-night studying, and gentle direction. The applause that followed wasn’t meant for me. It was an acknowledgment of a quieter truth: genuine love doesn’t clamor for attention. It waits, constant and patient, until the heart is ready to see it.
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