In the quiet folds of my nights, where whispers of stars kiss the moon's tender cheek, I tell the world my secret: no one knows how much I love and miss her.

My heart beats an ancient rhythm, a song of longing etched into the marrow of my bones.
Each moment apart is a lifetime of echoing silence, where her absence lingers like a shadow at noon, unseen yet ever-present.

The dawn breaks, spilling golden hues over a world unaware of my silent vigil.
I breathe in the morning air, and it tastes of her memory, sweet and elusive, a fragrance that haunts my dreams.

The world spins on its careless axis, indifferent to the weight of my yearning.
They see my smile, hear my laughter, but never touch the core where she resides, a sacred flame burning through the coldest nights.

In every leaf that trembles in the wind, I find her.
In the murmur of the ocean's sigh, I hear her voice.
The world moves in a symphony of colours and sounds, but my eyes see only the spectrum of her.

My ears tune to the cadence of her whispered name.
And yet, the world remains oblivious, a vast expanse where my love is a silent scream, an invisible thread binding me to her.

If they could peer into my heart, they would see an uncharted universe, a constellation of moments where we laughed, cried, and breathed as one.

They would see the void she left, an expanse of endless night yearning for the light of her presence.
But they cannot see, cannot fathom the depths of this love, this longing that stretches beyond time and space.

So I walk among them, a keeper of secrets, a silent witness to a love that defies the boundaries of existence.
And in every step, every breath, I carry her with me, a testament to a bond unseen, unknown, yet infinitely real.