π Sunset is beautiful, isn't it? π
π They say love should be confessed, but what if the risk is too great? What if speaking those words means losing the one person who feels like home?
She was my best friend, my safe place, my brightest star in a sky full of darkness. I walked beside her, laughed with her, and watched her chase dreams she never knew I wished to be a part of. But I was afraid... afraid that saying 'I love you' would mean saying goodbye. π
I stayed silent. And in that silence, love bloomed and withered like an unspoken sunset-beautiful, fleeting, never truly mine. π
This is a story of unsaid words, of longing glances, of a love so deep yet never spoken. A story of friendship, of heartbreak, of what could have been. Maybe in another life, I would have been brave enough to tell her.
But in this one... I can only write our story. ποΈβ¨
If this story touches your heart, then thank you for letting my words be a part of your world. And if it doesn't, I still appreciate the time you spent here-because every reader, every moment, matters.
β Have you ever loved someone in silence? β