Her!

‎And the truth is, ‎I never told her how life sounds— ‎when her smile blossoms with happiness, ‎when frustration clouds her eyes, ‎when silence becomes her armor, ‎when tears trace the unspoken pain, ‎when her gaze meets mine, ‎and when she claims no one cares… ‎But I do. ‎ ‎Because I’ll never summon the courage to tell her, ‎and perhaps she never had the courage to listen. ‎ ‎I’m quietly building my own boundaries for her love, ‎knowing well they may never exist, ‎or maybe they never should have. ‎ ‎Yet, every time I see her, ‎there’s a new glimpse of unparalleled beauty— ‎a masterpiece painted by destiny itself. ‎ ‎Her every new feature, every subtle change, ‎makes my heart stir with excitement, ‎makes me believe I met a rare soul ‎I never deserved. ‎ ‎And at the end of this journey, ‎perhaps my efforts weren’t enough, ‎perhaps I wasn’t enough… ‎But if it was all written, ‎Perhaps tragedy was the ink destiny favoured. ‎