Secrets Untold: His POV

I saw her today. She so close I could’ve reached touched her. I could feel her warmth and I was enchanted by her scent. She looked like a memory from the past, a heartbeat I thought had faded. And yet, there she was, more stunning than ever. That smile, it enthralled me. It took me back to the first time I saw her, hidden under the window, smirking like she knew I couldn't resist her already.

The realisation that the sparkle in her eye is no longer for me caused my heart to ache, unveiling a wound that never healed

I lost that right when I left. Not because I stopped loving her, but because I was afraid, afraid she’d see the broken, shameful parts I kept hidden. I ran because her rejection would’ve destroyed what was left of me.

She's everything she promised she'd become. Marvelous, determined and brilliant. And I’m proud of her, even from afar. It is unbearable to know I won't be able to spend those little moments with her. There are many things we never got to do. So many.

I noticed her, always. In the little things, the teasing, the stargazing, the giggles. Her chaos matched my silence. She made me the centre of her world not knowing she was all of mine. I loved her then, now and always.

They say if you love someone, you let them go. But what happens when they take the larger piece of your soul with them? I lost her to silence but I still hear her everywhere. Now I'm left to wonder, would she have stayed, if I’d let her see all of me?

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