You were never loud
with your love…
you carried it carefully,
afraid the world would notice
what your heart could barely hold.
Your eyes always spoke first
before your lips dared to follow,
revealing more than your beliefs
would ever allow you to say.
We learned each other
in glances and half-smiles,
in the pauses where truth
almost broke through the silence.
You were shy with your affection,
but not with your presence…
you always found your way back,
as if drawn by something
you couldn’t name.
I knew you…
the parts of you, you hid.
The boy who laughed loudly online,
but carried storms home at night.
The leader everyone admired,
but the son who feared
falling out of line.
You showed the world a polished soul,
but I saw the cracks…
the doubts you prayed away,
the dreams you tucked behind obedience,
the love you almost chose
but couldn’t hold in the light.
And though we were young,
our hearts were ancient…
they recognized each other
long before we had the courage to.
Maybe that’s why it still lingers…
not as longing,
but as memory of a love
that was too real
for the rules we lived under.
When I think of you now,
I don’t imagine forever…
I remember the quiet boy
with trembling certainty,
with too many feelings
and not enough freedom.
I remember us
as something rare…
a story that bloomed
behind closed doors,
loved in whispers,
and lived just shy
of becoming.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
You were never loud
with your love…
you carried it carefully,
afraid the world would notice
what your heart could barely hold.
Your eyes always spoke first
before your lips dared to follow,
revealing more than your beliefs
would ever allow you to say.
We learned each other
in glances and half-smiles,
in the pauses where truth
almost broke through the silence.
You were shy with your affection,
but not with your presence…
you always found your way back,
as if drawn by something
you couldn’t name.
I knew you…
the parts of you, you hid.
The boy who laughed loudly online,
but carried storms home at night.
The leader everyone admired,
but the son who feared
falling out of line.
You showed the world a polished soul,
but I saw the cracks…
the doubts you prayed away,
the dreams you tucked behind obedience,
the love you almost chose
but couldn’t hold in the light.
And though we were young,
our hearts were ancient…
they recognized each other
long before we had the courage to.
Maybe that’s why it still lingers…
not as longing,
but as memory of a love
that was too real
for the rules we lived under.
When I think of you now,
I don’t imagine forever…
I remember the quiet boy
with trembling certainty,
with too many feelings
and not enough freedom.
I remember us
as something rare…
a story that bloomed
behind closed doors,
loved in whispers,
and lived just shy
of becoming.
The bond doesn’t vanish when the lesson completes.
It just… softens.