In the Unsaid Space

In the quiet spaces between my thoughts, every line I craft is touched by them. Can they feel the weight of my unspoken devotion, or am I lost in the shadows of their world? How long must I linger in the hope of seeing their genuine self? The thought of letting go even without truly having them, is a sorrowful ache. How long can I hold onto a dream so vivid, forever just out of reach? I write because my heart cannot escape its silent yearning. If only they could feel the depth of my affection, the quiet murmur of their name in each silent breath. If only they knew the unspoken sacrifices and the silent efforts made for their sake. If only they understood the weight of my silent words, carried in the hush of my heart. Yet, I release them to their freedom, holding close the things I cannot say. In the end, the greatest act of love is letting go, even when it means parting with a piece of my soul. -Warda Pokhrel