The Blind Date

 

A Night of Unspoken Love

 

The evening was perfect; everything aligned as though the universe knew I was about to spend the evening with the woman who held my heart without even realizing it. She didn’t know how much I cherished her, how much every glance and every laugh from her lit up my world. But tonight, I wanted it to be different. I wanted to create a memory with her that would not only make her smile but also bring me closer to what I had hoped for so long—her heart. I picked her up just as the sky started turning soft shades of pink and orange, the sunset painting a beautiful backdrop for the evening ahead. She looked breathtaking—simple, yet effortlessly stunning. As she smiled at me, I couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes, the same eyes that unknowingly stole my heart a while ago.

 

We headed to a quiet, cozy restaurant tucked away from the city’s hustle. It was the kind of place where time seemed to slow down, and the only thing that mattered was the company you kept. I had chosen it carefully, hoping the intimate ambiance would allow us to talk—really talk. The soft glow of candles on the table illuminated her face just enough to catch every nuance of her expressions, which, to me, was more enchanting than the finest art. We started with casual conversation, laughing about the little things that happened during our week, and it felt so natural, so easy. She had a way of making me forget the world around me, as though nothing else mattered when she was in front of me. Her laugh—it was infectious, warm, and filled with the kind of joy that made me fall for her even more. I watched her talk, her enthusiasm, and the way she threw her hands in the air when she got excited, and I thought to myself, how could she not know? How could she not see how deeply I cared for her, how every word she spoke echoed in my heart?

 

As the night deepened and our dinner was served, the conversation slowly shifted from light-hearted topics to something more meaningful. I found myself telling her things I hadn’t shared with anyone, my hopes, my dreams, the things that made me, well, me. She listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine, and for a moment, I felt as though she was starting to understand the depth of my feelings. But I hesitated. I wanted to say more—to tell her how much she meant to me, how I thought of her constantly, how the very idea of losing her as a friend kept me from speaking my truth. But I knew that tonight wasn’t the night to confess everything; instead, it was about showing her what she meant to me, without overwhelming her with the intensity of my emotions.

 

We continued talking for hours, never running out of things to say, as if the night had no end. She opened up about her own life too, sharing stories that I hadn’t heard before, her fears, her aspirations, and as she spoke, I admired her even more. She was more than beautiful—she was intelligent, kind, and resilient. Every part of her made me fall deeper into this one-sided love, a love that I wished wasn’t one-sided anymore. When the night finally came to a close, I walked her back to her door. The night was cool, the stars twinkling above us, and the world seemed to have paused for a brief moment. I wanted to hold on to this moment, the way she looked up at me, her lips curled in a soft smile, the silence between us speaking louder than any words could. I stood there, wondering if she could hear my heartbeat, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she could see the love that had been growing in my heart for so long. But as much as I wanted to, I didn’t tell her that I loved her. Not yet. Tonight was about creating something more—a connection, a memory she would carry. I didn’t want to rush it; I wanted her to feel something too, even if it took time.  

   JOICE JOY  💓