It's all about Her

The Unspoken Truth...

Sometimes I think that in search of you, I lost many, but I was wrong, because in search of you, I found the real ones.

Trust—it’s more than just a word. 

It’s the invisible thread that binds hearts, and without it, even love can crumble. 

I’ve always believed that trust matters more than love.

You know why I’m saying this, don’t you?

Because in trying to have you, I put my trust in very few people, precious few. 

And yet, it feels like not everyone deserved that trust.

Yes, I’m talking about him—our gem.

I know he’s a good person, a golden soul. 

I know he’s not my real brother, but I’ve always seen him as one. 

Even though he’s more mature than me, being younger made him my priority.

But why does it always take so long for me to see the truth about people I care for? 

Maybe I was too blinded by love to notice. 

Or maybe I trusted him so deeply that I never imagined he’d keep something hidden from me.

There’s an incident that still lingers in my mind. 

It was a regular day, one of those study sessions at his place. 

We were working through some notes when a childhood friend of his dropped by, a girl who knows him better than most, someone who’s practically part of his family.

We were chatting when, out of nowhere, she called your name while teasing him. 

I was taken aback, confused. 

It felt strange hearing your name from her in that context.

So, I asked her why she mentioned you. 

And that’s when she casually said: he likes her.

Hearing that from a third person stung in a way I can’t fully explain.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t like you, I understand that. 

But why he hided this from me?

In our friendship, I had shared everything with him, even the smallest details about you. 

I told him how beautiful you looked on random days, how my heart skipped a beat when your hand brushed against mine. 

And yet, he never once told me about his feelings for you.

Why did I have to learn something so important from someone else?

It hurt, not because he liked you, but because he didn’t trust me enough to be honest with me. 

If he had told me earlier, maybe our friendship would have been tested, maybe it wouldn’t have survived, but at least the trust would have remained intact.

I would’ve admired him for being honest. 

I would’ve respected him for trusting me with something so personal, even if it hurt. 

But instead, he chose to keep it a secret, and that broke something within me.

Trust was the foundation of our friendship, and he shattered it.

From that moment, everything I had shared with him, the little joys, the silly moments about you, felt meaningless. 

It made me feel like a fool for trusting him so deeply, for being so open with him about my feelings for you.

He is still a gem, and I respect him for the person he is. 

But respect alone can’t mend broken trust.

That bond we had—it’s gone, and no amount of good intentions can bring it back.

After that day, I stopped sharing those little moments with him.

He was still there, but the bond between us wasn’t.

A few days later, I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. 

I confronted him.

But no matter how much I tried to explain, I could never make him understand the depth of my pain. 

It wasn’t just about his crush—it was about losing the trust that had made our friendship special.

Since that day, something changed between us. 

We still talk, we still laugh, but there’s a shadow that lingers over our friendship.

A part of me is still trying to heal from that betrayal, and I know things will never be the same again.

But I still wish to see him as he was with me before all of this, just like before you came between us, without the hidden grudge.

And that’s how the unspoken truth ruined everything...