#silentlove

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At first, he would be distant and quiet, unsure how to express himself. Over time, though, he would become the kind of silent love that speaks louder than words.

He is the type to show affection through actions:

saving a seat

lending perfectly written notes

staying up late just to help with studying

Deep down, he would see his partner as both his greatest weakness and his greatest strength.

If someone dared to mess with the person he cares about, he would immediately switch into strategic mode, calculating the perfect way to protect them.

Public displays of affection are not his style, but in private he would let his guard down — subtle smiles, lingering looks, and quiet moments that say more than words.

He would appear with tea and medicine if someone is unwell, acting as though it was obvious, even if he had just looked it up.

Soft laughs would escape him at silly jokes, no matter how hard he tried to hide them.

His cheeks would turn red when holding hands, but he would never let go.

He would leave his jacket behind on purpose, just so it could be worn and carried around.

And although he may never say it directly, every genuine laugh or smile would reveal the truth: trust and affection deeper than anyone else could reach.

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There’s a moment that keeps replaying in my mind—a moment I can never take back, no matter how much I wish I could. The realization that I loved him didn’t come in a grand, cinematic epiphany. It crept in slowly, with quiet whispers of "what if?" and "why didn’t I see this before?"

We were friends, or so I thought. We laughed together, shared late-night conversations, and leaned on each other through hard times. I always admired how kind he was, how he seemed to understand me in ways no one else did. But I never let my mind wander too far. We were friends, and that’s all it could be—until I realized it wasn’t.

I noticed it when he started to drift away. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, or how our conversations became shorter, less frequent. A part of me wondered if he had met someone else, and my chest tightened at the thought. That’s when it hit me. The feeling I couldn’t name before. The pull that was always there. I was in love with him.

But it was too late.

He had already moved on, found someone who saw what I hadn’t, someone who cherished him in ways I now longed to. All those moments we spent together came flooding back—times when he looked at me just a little too long, when he laughed a little too hard at my jokes, when his touch lingered. I saw it all in a different light, but it was a light that had dimmed for him.

I wanted to tell him. I thought maybe I could undo the distance that had grown between us. But what could I say? “I think I loved you all along, and I didn’t realize until you were gone”? It felt too selfish, too unfair. So I stayed quiet, and he stayed gone.

I often wonder if he knew. If, in some small way, he sensed it but got tired of waiting for me to catch up. I wish I had told him sooner. I wish I had let myself see what was right in front of me before it slipped through my fingers.

Now, I live with the bittersweet memory of what could have been. And as much as it hurts, I’ve learned something valuable from it all: love should never be ignored or taken for granted. If you feel it, even in the smallest of ways, don’t wait. Don’t assume there’s time. Because sometimes, when you finally realize the truth, it’s already too late.

And that’s a regret you carry with you, one that lingers long after the chance to make it right has passed.