"An overthinking boy and a caged girl. Kinda feels world apart but decide to bring the distance to be a bit less. Time and tide tested what needed to held, made them promise many and try to keep it all. For the sake of what? For the girl it seemed a way to be free, to breathe, to open up, for someone to help fly, for some dreams to be fulfilled and more. For the boy it was a way, a way to attaining what he wants, to be able to say that it exists, to be someone's. In the polls of common and different, they were worlds apart but close. Laughs, joy, happiness, tears, misunderstandings, mistakes, pain, wants, a will and acceptance was all that got involved. Such was a stair case to life. He desired to open her cage to the open sky and she only to fly. But what about the boundary that beheld them? That will one fly to never return and one willing to wait. Such was the test of time and thoughts. Both being willing to share the tide, to try. From moments of pleasure to moments of pain both got their share. From worst to best and the will to share. They knew, they felt, they observed, they remembered and they cherished. All for the wings to be free, all for the time to be theirs, all for the future to be seen and all for the whisper to be heard in the end..."
They say love begins in silence.
But what happens when the silence lasts too long?
This is not a love story about happily ever afters.
This is a story about almosts-
About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something.
About eye contacts that promised more,
but always ended in friendship.
In Part 1, she loved him quietly.
In Part 2, she starts to speak-
but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped.
She tries to become his safe place.
She tries to heal his fear of attachment.
She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it,
and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate.
But the more she hopes,
the more she drowns.
This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry.
A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home.
Sometimes, loving someone means letting go.
Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.