OVERVIEW:7

This story is a poetic reflection born from the realization that love is not about grand gestures, but about the art of noticing. I wanted to capture the essence of how true love is felt — not through spoken words or gifts, but through the quiet act of seeing someone entirely, even the parts they try to hide. The line “The art of noticing is the art of love” became the seed for this piece, guiding me to express how genuine affection lies in the details that often go unseen.

Through my words, I attempt to paint the portrait of someone deeply admired — my sister — not through her appearance, but through her essence. To the world, she may seem ordinary: cheerful, strong, and put-together. But to me, she is a constellation of untold stories. Where others see her smile, I see the resilience behind it. Where they see simplicity, I see sacrifices. She is the kind of soul who gives endlessly — planning for everyone’s happiness while forgetting her own, hiding her pain beneath her laughter, and accepting love in fragments when she deserves oceans of it.

In this narrative, I wanted to express that love, in its purest form, is awareness — the ability to understand someone without needing explanations. It’s noticing the weight behind their silence, the meaning in their laughter, and the quiet strength in their vulnerability.

Through my perspective, this story becomes not just an observation but an ode — a love letter to those who give selflessly and settle for less, unaware that they deserve so much more. It is my reminder to the world that the truest form of love is not found in what we say, but in what we see — and how deeply we choose to notice.