Silent Love, Heavy Regret

He noticed her before he ever learned her name. She had a quiet kind of beauty—the

kind that didn’t ask for attention but received it anyway. When she smiled,

the world around him seemed to soften. For him, every ordinary day became special just

because she was there. He loved her silently. Every time he thought of telling her what

his heart felt, fear held him back. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I lose even

the chance to see her smile at me? So he chose silence, believing there would always be

another day, another moment, another chance. Days turned into months.

He stayed close, listening to her dreams, laughing at her jokes,