LET THE WORDS SPEAK

WORDS : EMOTIONS: HEART

Sometimes some words are………. I feel like words are heavy sometimes because some words carry memories of a lifetime but those memories die within oneself and never come out. Be a good reader and you can experience and understand how a writer hides rather than explains how things have shaped him or her to write such and such things.  In the realm of literature, the concealment of emotions, particularly love, is a craft mastered by writers throughout history. Whether driven by personal restraint, societal constraints, or artistic intent, the act of hiding love within the written word adds layers of complexity and intrigue to literary works. You could feel the emotions in some writings, I don’t know how that is in what I write, but I have always made an effort to make my writing more meaningful and give a life to it.

Love, a complex and powerful emotion, often manifests itself in various forms, sometimes even in ways we least expect. However, when this love remains unspoken or unexpressed, it can lead to a profound sense of inner depression and confusion. The inability to articulate or convey these feelings can leave one feeling overwhelmed, trapped, and unsure of how to proceed. In such moments, it becomes imperative to explore avenues for coping and finding solace amidst the tumult of untold love. Recognizing the depth of one's feelings, even if they remain unshared, validates their significance and allows a more honest exploration of their impact.

In this journey of life, friendships are threads that weave a colorful and intricate pattern. They bring warmth, laughter, and understanding, grounding us in moments of joy and comfort during life's trials. Yet, amidst all these, there are moments when a thread of affection diverges, veering toward the path of romantic inclination. Such was the delicate dance that unfolded between us, a journey marked by whispers of unspoken emotions and the fragility of uncharted territories. I recall the day when courage intermingled with apprehension, and I confessed the burgeoning feelings that had taken root within me. It was a revelation born from years of silent contemplation, a confession I felt compelled to share yet feared would alter the essence of our bond.

To my relief, her response echoed the harmony of our friendship, a testament to the strength of our connection. She, too, cherished the sanctuary of our companionship, recognizing the beauty of our rapport unburdened by the constraints of romantic entanglement. It was a mutual understanding forged in the crucible of honesty and respect, a pact to safeguard the sanctuary we had cultivated over the years. And so, we chose the path of mutual trust and friendship, reveling in the simplicity of shared laughter and heartfelt conversations.

Our friendship blossomed like a perennial flower, resilient to the winds of change and steadfast in its embrace of authenticity. Together, we navigated the ebbs and flows of life, drawing strength from the unwavering support of a confidant who knew the depths of our souls. Yet, beneath the surface of our trust lies a truth unspoken, a whisper of sentiment that lingers in the recesses of my heart. It is a sentiment veiled in shadows, concealed by the facade of platonic affection, yet ever-present in the quiet moments of introspection. Deep within the chambers of my being resides a flicker of longing, a flame that refuses to be extinguished. But fear holds sway over the courage of confession, binding my words in chains of apprehension. I dare not unveil the depth of my affection, fearing it may disrupt our friendship's delicate balance. And so, I carry this secret with silent reverence, content to bask in the warmth of her companionship while guarding the sanctuary of our bond.

In the long journey of this wonderful life, friendships are threads that withstand the test of time, anchoring us amidst the turbulence of existence. And though the path of romantic love may beckon with its promises of passion and intimacy, there is a beauty in the simplicity of platonic affection—a beauty born from the purity of companionship and the richness of shared experiences. So, let us embrace the beauty of our friendship, cherishing the moments we share and nurturing the bond that binds us together.

Joice💓💓