27/07/2025
Dear,
There are times when words are not enough,
when a smile hides a thousand quiet sighs.
And in the way our eyes meet,
I feel an unspoken truth that I see you, truly see you,
in ways you might never notice.
To you, I may be just a friend,
a familiar face passing by in the quiet corners of your days.
But in my heart, you are a story still being written,
each page filled with gentle hope and longing.
I know you feel it too that fragile thread between us that we never name.
In your silence, I hear my own quiet yearning;
in your gaze, I see a world where our hearts speak
without saying a single word.
But fear keeps us silent fear of the unknown,
fear of breaking the delicate balance we share.
Or maybe we both know
that some loves live best in the shadows,
free to breathe without the weight of expectations.
My love for you is like a quiet river,
deep and steady, flowing beneath everyday words.
It does not shout or demand;
it simply exists gentle, constant, and true.
And every time we talk,
when your voice reaches me,
my heart lights up softly,
like the first light of dawn breaking the night.
We may not share everything,
but those small conversations are my secret joy,
a reminder that you are close,
even when distance lies between us.
So I write this letter,
not to confess or ask for anything,
but to let go of the words resting quietly in my heart,
to set them free in the stillness of the night.
You may never read these lines,
you may never see how deep this silent love runs.
But know this:
even if you never understand me the way I wish you would,
I have come to understand you in ways no words can explain.
So stay close, even if only in silence,
like a soft whisper of wind passing by,
gentle, endless a quiet love, waiting patiently
in the spaces between us.
A silent love. 🫰🏻
