May 17
He loves her in silence.
She doesn’t know.. at least, he hopes she doesn’t. Because if she does, then maybe she also knows he can’t do anything about it. She loves the Lord, and that alone makes her radiant. There is beauty in every detail. The way she sings with her guitar makes her eyes glow with emotion. Her voice lingers, soft in his mind, a melody he never tires of. The way passion fuels her dreams, giving life to her ambitions. She is kind, thoughtful in ways she doesn’t even realize, and effortlessly beautiful. Every smile, every glance, every funny remark sends his heart into chaos, her laughter that fills a room like sunlight spilling through a window. He admires her from a distance, marveling at her youthful glow. She's like a sunrise.
But there's a quiet ache in his heart, a love he cannot name and it blooms in silence. Every stolen moment is a brushstroke on the canvas of his soul.. yet the words remain trapped, lodged between fear and longing.
He wonders if she notices--if she feels even a whisper of the storm that rages within him. But the barriers stand tall: the difference in years, the unspoken rules, he carries burdens she never have to bear. So instead, he treasures her presence, speaking his love in gestures—a door held open a second too long, a lingering gaze when she isn’t looking, in prayers whispered into the deafening silent night, the quiet devotion of a man who loves deeply yet dares not confess.
She is unaware of the way he watches--how every glance holds admiration, how her mere presence eases the weight on his chest. Even in silence, she mends him. Nights that once felt lonely are now filled with anticipation, waiting for a message that may or may not come.
The reality has deemed their time impossible, their path uncertain. So, he waits. Even if it takes a lifetime, he waits.
Perhaps someday, when the world feels kinder to them, when time softens the edges of hesitation, he will find the courage. But for now, his love remains unspoken, a secret carved into the very fabric of his being.
Love is patient.
“Sana kapag puwede na
ay puwede pa.”
She doesn’t know.. at least, he hopes she doesn’t. Because if she does, then maybe she also knows he can’t do anything about it. She loves the Lord, and that alone makes her radiant. There is beauty in every detail. The way she sings with her guitar makes her eyes glow with emotion. Her voice lingers, soft in his mind, a melody he never tires of. The way passion fuels her dreams, giving life to her ambitions. She is kind, thoughtful in ways she doesn’t even realize, and effortlessly beautiful. Every smile, every glance, every funny remark sends his heart into chaos, her laughter that fills a room like sunlight spilling through a window. He admires her from a distance, marveling at her youthful glow. She's like a sunrise.
But there's a quiet ache in his heart, a love he cannot name and it blooms in silence. Every stolen moment is a brushstroke on the canvas of his soul.. yet the words remain trapped, lodged between fear and longing.
He wonders if she notices--if she feels even a whisper of the storm that rages within him. But the barriers stand tall: the difference in years, the unspoken rules, he carries burdens she never have to bear. So instead, he treasures her presence, speaking his love in gestures—a door held open a second too long, a lingering gaze when she isn’t looking, in prayers whispered into the deafening silent night, the quiet devotion of a man who loves deeply yet dares not confess.
She is unaware of the way he watches--how every glance holds admiration, how her mere presence eases the weight on his chest. Even in silence, she mends him. Nights that once felt lonely are now filled with anticipation, waiting for a message that may or may not come.
The reality has deemed their time impossible, their path uncertain. So, he waits. Even if it takes a lifetime, he waits.
Perhaps someday, when the world feels kinder to them, when time softens the edges of hesitation, he will find the courage. But for now, his love remains unspoken, a secret carved into the very fabric of his being.
Love is patient.
“Sana kapag puwede na
ay puwede pa.”
