One Sided Love

The world had changed after the pandemic, and so had I. Grief wrapped around me like a cold, unshakable shadow. Losing many close relatives to COVID left a void in my heart, a weight I carried in silence. Life felt dull, and I struggled to find purpose. That was until she entered my life.

She wasn’t just another person; she was a quiet force of light, a warmth that melted away the ice surrounding my heart. Her laughter was like a melody, a song that reminded me that life still had beauty left to offer. At first, I admired her from afar, drawn to her kindness and determination. She worked hard for her future, her dreams fueling her every step. And as I watched her, I realized—she was the one.

Time passed, and fate intertwined our paths. What started as casual conversations turned into deep discussions that stretched into the late hours of the night. She became my best friend, the one who understood my silence and made the world seem less cruel. And I became her support, the one who stood beside her when she needed a hand to hold, even if she never realized how much she meant to me.

There were moments when I thought she felt the same way. The way her eyes softened when she looked at me, the way she laughed just a little longer at my jokes, the way we both lingered in our goodbyes as if neither of us wanted to leave. But reality was different. She was chasing her dreams, and I couldn’t bring myself to become a distraction. So I stayed quiet, content with just being by her side, waiting for the right time.

But when will that time come? Sometimes, I wonder if we are both waiting for the same moment, trapped in this unspoken understanding. Or maybe it’s just me, lost in the illusion that she sees me the way I see her.

She is working now, building the life she always dreamed of, and I am still in my graduation, working towards my own path. Yet, every day, I find myself waiting—for a sign, for a moment, for the courage to finally tell her. Because love, even when unspoken, still burns bright. And maybe, just maybe, she’s waiting too.

The Story Continues...