THE QUIET ADORATION

For as long as I can remember, I've loved him in silence. My feelings have taken root in the shadows, where no one else can see, where even he remains unaware. I've memorized the curve of his smile, the sound of his voice, the smallest details that no one else notices. And yet, I remain invisible-just another face in the crowd, hiding a heart that beats a little too loudly whenever he's near. This is not a story of being loved back. It is a story of the quiet ache of adoration, carried alone.