September 13th, 2024
Today, I realized once again that I can't bear to see him hurt. A part of me longs to hug him tightly, to absorb his pain, and to bring him relief.
Every day, I feel the same way when I see him—his smile, his laughter—it's an indescribable feeling. When I look at him, I can't look away. I want to tell him everything, but what I feel goes beyond the heart; it's rooted in my soul. And as souls never die, I'm certain that over these past eight years, my love for him has never wavered. Like the soul, I believe my love for him will never fade.
I love him so deeply that it's too late to remove him from my heart. He lives there now. Even if there were no "me," no "love," or no "life," I would still love him.
But God, what is wrong with me? Maybe this is some kind of teenage love, but I've loved him since childhood. Maybe it's not just an attraction like typical teenage infatuation—it's something more, right?
I've never fully understood these feelings, but I hope this love is what's best for both of us. I want to tell him everything, but I'm scared that if I start, I won't be able to stop.
God, my only request is that you stay with him, every single second. I just want him to be happy, free from pain. If I ever see him suffer, I know I would shatter into a million pieces.
~Sanjana
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Whispers of a Silent Heart
Poetry"Whispers of a Silent Heart" is basically not a story but let's just say these are the letters I want 'him' to read. So it's basically a quiet love hidden behind looks and unsaid words. The narrator is filled with deep feelings they can't bring them...
