Dear Queen,
Some words are too tender for a verse, so I am writing them here instead.
Before the streams, before the stages, before any of this had a name — there was you. Pressing play when nobody else would. Sharing a song like it was a secret worth keeping. Singing words I wrote at 3am like they were yours. Maybe they always were.
I want you to know that none of this is small to me. Every message, every cover, every video with my music underneath your life — I see it. I keep it. It keeps me.
You are not just an audience. You are the reason the music sounds like hope.
Keep living. Keep swaying. Keep choosing yourself.
With all my love,
Swayvee
