Unspoken Longings
In the quiet depths of the night, my heart whispers his name, yearning to reach out, to bridge the chasm that separates us. But I hold back, knowing deep down that there is no point in chasing someone who is not mine to hold. It's a silent struggle, a battle between the desire to hear his voice and the need to protect my self-respect. I remind myself that some things are not meant to be, no matter how much my heart protests. So, I swallow the words left unsaid, and in the silence, find solace in knowing that my dignity remains intact, even if my heart cries out in longing.