For three long years, I carried a love like an untold secret, a song unsung. Every night, my fingers traced your name, whispering through screens, asking softly- I spoke into the quiet, sent my words like lanterns into the dark.
You were a puzzle half-solved, a riddle without an answer. Some days, you were warmth slipping through my fingers; other days, a ghost I could never quite hold. I reached for you in echoes, in the spaces between our words, in the silence you never broke.
I asked if we could meet, just once, just briefly, let the silence break. And every time, your answer was no, wrapped in reasons, locked behind doors I was never meant to open.
There were days your words felt distant, like rain slipping through trembling hands. Some nights, I wondered if I was speaking into an empty room, my voice fading before a whisper of kindness. You called my name like it was not a burden, and suddenly, the winter melted.
We talked more, laughed more, and I thought-finally, finally, finally. But then, the storm returned, and you stood at its eye, accusing me of secrets I never held.
I cried before you, bare and trembling, and you turned away, fists clenched. Not because of my sorrow, but because you saw yourself in it.
And then, we went home. Separate roads, separate nights, and I thought-this is the end, this is how stories unravel into nothing.
But then, your message, five words unraveling three years of silence. "I want to see you."
My heart soared, breathless and aching. Twenty kilometers never felt so light, feet barely touching the ground. And then, there you were, waiting, watching, breathing in the moment.
And when our eyes met, the world sighed and fell silent. Three years of longing collapsed into a gaze, and in it, something I never thought I'd see. Love, real and raw, soft as dawn.We had waffles, and a fleeting moment, a tender gesture, a name etched in my phone, a small act that spoke volumes of affection, a whispered invitation, a gentle breeze that rustled my heart, but my hesitant 'no' left echoes of disappointment, in you...wanted the time to stand still
...and our gazes entwined golden and sweet, and you told me gently, "Don't hide from me again." Not an order, not a plea, but a truth we both understood.And I promised, because after three years of shadows, three years of reaching for a ghost, I had finally found the light.
And as we walked back, side by side, I told you about the house I wanted to build-one with a garden overflowing with flowers, a place where the wind would always carry the scent of bloom. A house in the middle of it all, warm and waiting. You listened, quiet, soft, and I admired you from behind, the way the streetlights traced your silhouette, the way the night seemed to bend around you.
And I promised, because after three years of wandering through the desolate landscapes of my soul, three years of searching for a fleeting whisper in the darkness, I had finally found the melody that brought harmony to my heart. The silence was broken, the shadows receded, and the light of your love illuminated the contours of my existence. In your eyes, I saw the reflection of my own fragmented self, and yet, I was whole. The pieces of my shattered heart began to mend, like the gentle lapping of waves on a forgotten shore. Your love was the gentle rain that soothed the parched earth of my soul, and I was reborn, revitalized, and renewed. In your arms, I found my sanctuary, my refuge from the tempests of life. And I promised, because I knew that I had found my forever, my always, my one and only.
