He was everything I didn’t even know I had been searching for. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he made the world feel softer, warmer, somehow more alive—he became my everything. I found myself imagining a life with him, simple and beautiful, where I could wake up beside him, share quiet mornings, laugh over little things, and be his companion through it all.
I wanted to be his wife—not just in name, but in spirit, in the way we would share every ordinary and extraordinary moment together. I longed for a closeness that went beyond friendship, a bond where our lives intertwined so completely that we couldn’t imagine them apart.
But there was this shadow of uncertainty. I didn’t know if he felt the same way. Every laugh he shared with me, every glance that lingered too long, I questioned—was it something more, or just the warmth of his nature? I wanted to ask, to confess, but the fear of losing even the smallest connection held me back.
He was all I ever wanted. Every hope, every dream I hadn’t dared to speak aloud, seemed to converge in him. Being near him felt like being home, yet the distance between what I felt and what I could express made my heart ache in ways I couldn’t put into words.
I realized then that love isn’t always about certainty—it’s about the depth of feeling, the longing to be with someone so completely that the world feels brighter simply because they exist in it. And in that truth, even without knowing his heart, I fell deeper, silently, irrevocably, hopelessly in love.
Forever in whispers,
– The Healing Heart