A Letter of Unspoken Love

 My Dearest,

There are so many things I’ve never said aloud —

not because I didn’t want to,

but because some feelings are too delicate to disturb with words.

And yet today, I find myself writing to you,

not to explain my love,

but to let it breathe on this page… quietly, truthfully.

I don’t know what name to give what we share.

It’s not something the world can measure.

We were never bound by time or promises,

and yet, my heart chose you —

in stillness, in distance, in every in-between.

There was no beginning,

no moment where we said, “This is love.”

And perhaps, that’s how I know it is.

Because it didn’t need to be spoken —

it grew in the silences,

it bloomed in absence,

and it has lived

in every quiet breath I’ve taken since.

Some nights, I find myself imagining…

What if we had met at the right moment?

What if our lives had allowed

just one chance to sit beneath the same sky,

not as strangers passing by,

but as two souls who recognized each other?

But then I remind myself —

even if the world never gave us that moment,

you have lived within me

in ways that no meeting ever could.

Your name has become a part of my prayers.

Your memory — a soft place my thoughts always return to.

And if someone were ever to ask me

what my love story was,

I’d smile and whisper,

“I longed… for just one meeting.”

You may never read this letter,

and even if you do,

you may never reply.

But I wanted to send this out into the universe,

as a quiet truth

from a heart that still carries your light

like a lamp in the dark.

Wherever you are —

may love wrap you in peace.

And if you ever feel a faint warmth without knowing why,

maybe, just maybe,

it’s my love reaching you.

Yours… even without a name,

Even without a future,

Still always yours.