Whispers of Two Hands

The Tale of Silent Love

In my dreams, I've always held her close, the wind carrying her laughter like a melody. I've imagined us on the beach, watching our kids play football as the sun sets, casting a warm glow over everything. In that dream, I finally find the courage to whisper in her ear, "This is perfect." But reality has a different script.

For years, she's been the brightest star in my sky, illuminating my world with her presence. Yet, my feelings have remained locked away, buried beneath layers of friendship. I've yearned to tell her how much she means to me, how I've fallen deeply in love.

But the fear of losing her, the most precious person in my life, has kept me silent. I've hidden my emotions behind playful banter and shared moments. In my heart, the dream persists - the dream of growing old with her, of sharing a lifetime of memories.

Yet, time slipped through my fingers, and the words I should have spoken remained unspoken. Regret now laces every thought of her, every memory we've created together. I never found the courage to reveal the depth of my emotions, to let her know that she was the center of my universe.

As I stand at the crossroads of what could have been, I'm haunted by the shadows of missed chances. The emotions I've harbored for so long are a mix of sadness and longing. I wish I could turn back time, rewrite the script, and tell her that she was the one who held my heart all along.

But life doesn't always mirror our dreams. And so, I'll hold onto the memory of that unspoken confession, cherishing every moment we shared. Perhaps in another world, in another time, I'll find the courage to tell her that I loved her, always and forever.