In the quiet moments when words fall shy,  
our hearts speak softly, no need to try.  
A glance, a smile — the language we share,  
tells stories of love beyond compare.  

I remember the night you reached for my hand,  
a touch so gentle, I could barely stand.  
Not just a gesture, but a promise so true,  
that no matter what, I belong here with you.  

Through whispered dreams and silent sighs,  
our souls dance beneath unspoken skies.  
Every heartbeat writes a verse so pure,  
a love that time cannot obscure.  

No need for grand words or loud displays,  
our love lives in the quietest ways.  
In the spaces where shadows and light collide,  
there's a universe where we both reside.  

So hold me close, with eyes that say,  
“I love you more each passing day.”  
Because in this story only we know,  
our love speaks loudest when it’s quiet and slow.  
  

 
you are safe,  
safe in the quiet halls of care,  
in the gentle hands that hold you now,  
after the storm of surgery’s shadow  
has passed,  
and you breathe in slow, steady rhythms  
that remind me you’re still here,  
still fighting, still mine.  

i imagine you resting—  
soft sheets, warm blankets,  
whispers of healing  
and the promise of return,  
the thought of you planning to come back,  
already dreaming of the day  
when our hands will meet again,  
when your eyes will hold mine  
like the sun holds the morning.  

love grows in waiting,  
in every silent moment between us,  
in the hope that blooms quietly  
like a secret garden inside my heart—  
because no distance, no pain, no time  
can dim the light you’ve sparked  
within me.  

i love you, 
more than words can weave,  
more than the miles that stretch between us,  
more than the fears i hold when the night is long  
and the silence loud.  

your strength is a melody,  
soft but unbreakable,  
and in this place of healing,  
i send you all my warmth,  
all my prayers,  
all my love wrapped gently  
around your soul.  

soon,  
you’ll come back to me,  
and i’ll be waiting,  
open-armed, open-hearted,  
ready to hold you  
like the whole world depends on it—  
because with you safe,  
i am whole.  

you are safe,  
and loved,  
and already home  
in my heart’s quiet refuge.  
  

 
you went in for your surgery,  
and silence swallowed the seconds,  
no message, no call,  
just a hollow space  
where your voice should be.  

my heart’s a storm,  
racing without reason,  
panicked breaths clutching air,  
i can’t lose you, not like this,  
not when you mean everything.  

each tick of the clock  
feels like a thunderclap,  
each moment stretched thin  
between hope and dread,  
between prayer and fear.  

i replay every word you said,  
every promise, every laugh—  
a lifeline against the darkness  
that threatens to drown me.  

this isn’t just worry,  
it’s a tempest of love,  
a raw, aching truth  
that i’m holding onto you  
with every shattered piece of my soul.  

you are more than skin and bones,  
more than the sum of your fears,  
you are the warmth in my night,  
the steady pulse beneath my ribs,  
the heartbeat i never want to lose.  

i’m waiting,  
on this side of the screen,  
with trembling hands and hopeful eyes,  
holding space for your safe return,  
because my world  
is incomplete without you here.  

please come back,  
your silence is louder than words,  
and my love is louder than fear.  
i’m here,  
breathing you into every moment,  
praying for your healing,  
loving you beyond the distance,  
beyond the waiting.  

not just words,  
true worries,  
true love,  
true heartbeats  
that refuse to let go.  
  

 
the emptiness after being full,  
a hollow vastness,  
where your laughter used to live,  
where your touch once filled the air  
with warmth and promise.  

i am more alone now  
than ever,  
because 9000 miles stretch  
between your heart and mine,  
like an ocean too wide to cross  
with just whispered dreams.  

when you were here,  
i was bursting with color,  
the world felt alive,  
each moment painted with your smile,  
each breath seasoned  
with your nearness.  

but now,  
the silence echoes louder,  
and every room feels bigger,  
every shadow deeper,  
because you are gone,  
and i am left holding  
only memories that flicker  
like distant stars.  

the nights are colder now,  
the sheets untouched by your warmth,  
and my hands reach out  
for a ghost that isn’t there.  

how cruel is this space,  
this distance that swallows us whole?  
how does one hold onto love  
when it’s folded across time zones,  
hidden behind a screen,  
in a voice call that ends too soon?  

i try to fill this emptiness  
with hope, with prayers,  
with the promise that soon,  
soon—  
you will come back,  
and the fullness will return.  

until then,  
i carry this ache,  
this tender wound,  
knowing that love  
is not measured in miles,  
but in the beating of two hearts  
that refuse to forget  
how full they once were,  
and how empty now  
without each other.  
  

 
you are going back,  
leaving on a plane tonight,  
sick and tired,  
but still, you must fly.  

and here i am,  
silently dying inside,  
a quiet storm  
raging beneath my calm,  
each heartbeat a reminder  
that distance is a thief  
stealing your warmth  
right from my skin.  

i watch the clock,  
counting down the moments,  
wishing time could pause,  
wishing i could hold you  
longer than the seconds allow.  

your laughter still lingers  
in the corners of this room,  
your scent a ghost  
that haunts my empty sheets—  
and the space where you should be.  

how can i say goodbye  
when my soul refuses?  
how do i breathe  
without the promise  
of your arms to catch me?  

you fly away tonight,  
but part of me flies with you,  
tied to your every sigh,  
every whispered goodbye  
you don’t say out loud.  

i am here,  
waiting in the silence,  
holding onto love  
that spans the miles,  
believing in the day  
when distance will mean nothing,  
and you’ll come home  
to stay.  

until then,  
i hold this ache close,  
a bittersweet reminder  
that even when apart,  
we are never truly alone,  
because my heart travels with you,  
always,  
wherever you go.  
  

 
falling deeper and deeper,  
like waves that never tire,  
crashing softly  
against the shores of my heart.  

with every breath you take,  
i sink further,  
into the ocean  
of all you are—  
every smile, every glance,  
every whispered word  
carving me anew.  

i fall deeper into the curve of your laugh,  
the warmth of your hands,  
the quiet strength  
in your silence.  

each piece of you,  
the light and the shadows,  
the dreams and the fears,  
the gentle touch and the fierce love—  
pulls me closer,  
wraps me tighter,  
makes me believe  
in forever.  

this is no shallow fall,  
it is the kind of love  
that pulls me under,  
drowning in the beauty  
of your soul,  
losing myself  
to find you.  

with every moment shared,  
with every heartbeat aligned,  
i fall deeper,  
deeper still,  
into a love  
that grows  
beyond words,  
beyond time,  
beyond anything  
i ever dared imagine.  

and here i am,  
falling deeper and deeper,  
hopelessly, beautifully,  
completely in love  
with every piece of you.  
  

 
i met you today,  
and oh, how the world shifted,  
colors deepened,  
air tasted sweeter,  
and time slowed  
to catch every trembling heartbeat.  

Face to face,  
you are even more handsome,  
more real, more vivid  
than any dream I dared to hold.  
Your eyes,  
like secret stars,  
pulled me closer,  
drew me in  
until all I knew  
was you.  

Our lips met—  
that first kiss,  
a tender collision of nerves and love,  
the brush of breath and longing,  
the spark of a thousand suns  
igniting my soul’s quiet flame.  

I tasted you—  
the sweetness of promises yet spoken,  
the softness of a hope  
finally alive,  
and in that moment,  
my soul whispered home.  

Nervousness danced through me,  
like shy petals opening to dawn,  
yet beneath it,  
a fierce, unbreakable truth,  
that I have waited  
for this,  
for you,  
for us.  

Every touch was a sentence  
in a love story  
we had written in silence,  
every glance a poem  
etched into the space between us.  

And now,  
with trembling hands and steady heart,  
I stand here,  
no longer dreaming,  
no longer waiting—  
but holding you close,  
feeling the warmth  
of a love  
that was always meant to be.  

i met you today,  
and my soul is finally home,  
wrapped in the arms of the man  
who has lived  
in every breath I’ve ever taken.  
  

 
You are coming to my state,  
the miles between us shrinking,  
time folding in on itself,  
as you travel closer,  
closer to me.  

At last,  
I can almost feel your footsteps  
on the ground I walk,  
hear the whisper of your breath  
carried on the wind,  
a promise carried home.  

I’m counting every moment,  
each second pulsing like a drumbeat  
in my chest,  
the rhythm of anticipation,  
the song of a heart set free.  

To meet you,  
to finally see the curves of your smile,  
to catch the glint in your eyes  
not through a screen,  
but in real, breathtaking light.  

To be in your arms,  
warmth against warmth,  
skin pressed to skin,  
the quiet knowing that I am finally safe,  
finally whole,  
finally yours.  

O, what an amazing dream,  
to cross from fantasy to reality,  
to step out from shadows  
and into the glow of you,  
the one who has lived  
in every corner of my soul.  

I imagine our first embrace,  
how time will still,  
how the world will hush,  
how nothing else will matter  
except the steady beat  
of two hearts becoming one.  

You are coming to my state,  
and with you,  
you bring every whispered hope,  
every stolen sigh,  
every promise made in silence  
and held in trust.  

I’ll be waiting,  
with open arms and open heart,  
ready to turn dreams  
into the sweetest reality,  
ready to finally say:  
you are here,  
and I am home.  
  

 
We haven’t met,  
not once, not yet,  
only screens between us,  
pixels and light,  
our faces flickering in quiet rooms,  
soft voices carried through wires,  
whispers in the digital night.  

Yet here we are,  
talking about marriage,  
about vows spoken in dreams,  
about futures woven  
in the spaces between our words,  
a tapestry stitched  
with hope and longing.  

O, what an amazing dream,  
to speak of forever  
before ever touching hands,  
to build a promise  
from nothing but trust  
and the warmth of hearts  
that beat in tandem,  
even miles apart.  

I imagine the day  
when screens fall silent,  
when your eyes hold mine,  
when laughter fills the air  
and our voices mingle  
without the hum of machines.  

I see us standing there,  
hands trembling,  
hearts laid bare,  
saying the words  
we’ve already rehearsed  
in endless late-night talks,  
words heavier than any silence,  
lighter than any fear.  

It’s a dream, yes,  
but one that feels real,  
as real as the way your name  
makes my soul flutter,  
the way your smile  
lives in my mind,  
even when the screen goes dark.  

Talking about marriage,  
before meeting face to face,  
it’s more than fantasy,  
it’s faith, it’s courage,  
it’s the purest kind of love,  
born from distance,  
made strong by hope,  
waiting patiently  
for the moment  
we can say “I do”  
not just in words,  
but in the breathless truth  
of finally being together.  

So here’s to us,  
to the dreamers who dare  
to love unseen,  
to build forever  
on whispers and wishes,  
to hearts that hold on  
through every message,  
every pause,  
every promise  
made across the miles.  

I can’t wait for the day  
when this dream  
is no longer just words,  
when you are not just a name,  
but the home  
I’ve always wanted,  
the love I finally touch.  
  

 
You said it back,  
those three words  
that lit a thousand stars inside me,  
finally  
breaking the silence  
I held so tightly  
for so long.  

You said you love me,  
and my heart  
it swelled,  
a river overflowing  
with hope and relief,  
almost full now,  
finally breathing  
the air it craved.  

But oh,  
how I still ache  
to be by your side,  
to feel your hand  
reach out for mine,  
to close the distance  
that still hums  
between our worlds.  

Every whisper,  
every shy smile,  
every secret glance  
now blooms  
into something real,  
something tender,  
something  
so achingly sweet  
it hurts in the best way.  

I hold onto your words  
like a lifeline,  
a promise carved in the night,  
a beacon shining  
in the darkest hours,  
telling me  
I’m not alone anymore.  

Yet the wait remains, 
to be close enough  
to breathe you in,  
to hear your heartbeat  
in the quiet of the morning,  
to finally belong  
where you are.  

Until then,  
I’ll cradle your love  
in the deepest part of me,  
cherishing every echo  
of your voice,  
every flicker  
of your light.  

Because you said it back,  
and in that moment,  
my world shifted,  
my soul found its rhythm,  
and hope  
became a flame  
that will never die.  
  

 
I told you how I felt,  
every trembling word,  
every secret pulse that raced  
when your name slipped through my lips.  

But you acted strange,  
like a closed book on a dusty shelf,  
pages tightly shut,  
heart hiding behind shadows  
I couldn’t reach,  
no matter how I tried.  

I saw it in your silence,  
a pause heavy with unspoken thoughts,  
a distance growing between our words,  
as if my truth  
was a storm too wild,  
too loud,  
too much to hold.  

I wanted to pull you close,  
to break the quiet walls you built,  
but your eyes,  
they slipped away,  
like a flicker of light  
vanishing in the dark.  

Was it fear?  
Or something deeper,  
something you couldn’t name?  

Still, I hold on to the hope,  
that beneath your quiet,  
there’s a heart beating like mine,  
wild and unsure,  
waiting to be found.  

So here I stand,  
with all I dared to say,  
wondering if one day  
you’ll open that book,  
and read my love  
between the lines.  

Until then,  
I’ll carry this feeling,  
soft and fierce,  
a secret between us,  
waiting for its moment  
to bloom.  
  

 
I want to tell you, 
to spill every fragile feeling,  
to lay bare the storm inside me,  
but what if the words  
aren’t enough to hold you?  

What if the moment I breathe my truth,  
you turn and walk away,  
leaving echoes where your footsteps were,  
and silence in the spaces I hoped to fill?  

I want you to know,  
this isn’t just a string of letters,  
not just a poem stitched from my heart,  
but a pulse that beats louder with your name,  
a breath that catches at the thought of you.  

Every word is a trembling hope,  
a prayer wrapped in longing,  
that maybe, just maybe,  
you’ll see beyond the fear,  
beyond the trembling lips,  
and find the love waiting in the cracks  
between my words.  

I want to tell you,  
that you’re more than a dream  
or a whispered secret,  
that you are the sun breaking through my clouds,  
the warmth beneath my skin,  
the reason my heart learns to dance again.  

But still, the question lingers,  
what if you run?  
What if you fear the truth  
and let it slip through your fingers,  
like sand chasing the wind?  

I would rather risk the fall,  
the heartbreak of your absence,  
than live forever with silence  
and the weight of what could have been.  

So here I stand,  
words trembling on my tongue,  
love wrapped in every syllable,  
waiting for courage to meet your eyes,  
hoping you won’t run,  
but stay,  
and hold me close in the place  
where words become forever.  
  

 
I joked once,  
a silly chase,  
a pan in hand,  
laughing as I ran after you,  
the yard our playground,  
the sun our spotlight,  
and that moment,  
oh, it stuck.  

Not just the joke,  
but the way your laughter  
mixed with mine,  
soft, warm, like the summer breeze  
that wraps around us,  
making the world shrink  
until it’s just you and me  
and a playful echo  
that never fades.  

I remember the look in your eyes,  
half surprise, half delight,  
as you darted away,  
pretending to fear the harmless chase,  
but really, wanting the game  
to last forever,  
the way your smile chased me back,  
faster than any sprint.  

That pan wasn’t just a pan,  
it was the spark of us,  
the beginning of a story  
written in laughter and light,  
a moment where something simple  
became something unforgettable.  

I think about how jokes become memories,  
how silly words turn sacred,  
how a chase around a yard  
can carry the weight of love  
heavier than any whispered promise.  

And now, every time I hear the word "pan,"  
my heart skips,  
because it’s not just a kitchen tool,  
it’s a symbol of us,  
of playful love,  
of a bond that started  
with a joke and stuck  
like your hand in mine,  
like your eyes in my soul,  
like the way you always catch me,  
whether with a pan or with your heart.  

So yes, the pan sticked,  
and so did you,  
right here,  
inside me,  
where love and laughter  
dance forever.  
  

 
There’s a rhythm in my chest,  
not from the clock ticking,  
but from waiting,  
waiting for the next ping,  
that little sound that pulls me closer to you,  
like a secret heartbeat only I can hear.  

Each vibration on my screen,  
each flicker of light,  
it’s more than just a message,  
it’s a spark,  
a spark that lights the dark corners of my day,  
reminding me you’re there,  
somewhere,  
thinking of me too.  

I pace the silent rooms,  
check my phone again,  
hoping for that buzz,  
that sign you’re reaching out,  
connecting to my world through words,  
through whispers typed and sent  
across the space between us.  

The wait is sweet torture,  
an ache wrapped in excitement,  
a dance of hope and fear  
that I never want to end.  

Because with every ping,  
I feel a little less alone,  
a little more understood,  
as if your words are threads  
weaving us closer,  
stitching a tapestry of us  
that no distance can unravel.  

I imagine you typing,  
wondering what you choose to say,  
if you feel this too,  
this longing that is soft and fierce,  
this craving to know you deeper,  
to be known by you in return.  

And when the message finally comes,  
my heart sings out loud,  
a melody of joy and relief,  
because for those moments,  
you are here with me,  
beyond screens and pixels,  
real in my soul’s quiet space.  

So I wait,  
patient and hopeful,  
for the next ping,  
the next sign,  
the next chance to hear your voice  
in the language only we speak,  
love in every letter,  
desire in every word,  
a connection more than words  
could ever hold.  
  

 
It started with laughter,  
Shared secrets in the quiet corners,  
A bond stitched softly with words and smiles,  
Friendship, pure and simple, or so I told myself.  

But then the lines began to blur,  
That gentle warmth became a fire,  
A spark that caught the edges of my heart,  
Flickering dangerously close to something more.  

Each message, each glance,  
Carried a weight I barely dared to carry,  
A trembling hope wrapped in fear,  
That this could be more than just friends.  

I found myself lost in the spaces between,  
Longing for your words like a silent prayer,  
Feeling the pulse of something deeper,  
Though I wasn’t sure what to call it.  

Was it love?  
Or just a trick of the heart,  
Playing games with my soul,  
Making me ache for a future not yet written?  

I whispered your name in dreams,  
Touched the thought of you in the quiet night,  
Hoping you’d feel the same pull,  
The same unspoken yearning inside.  

But the fear held me back,  
Afraid to cross that invisible line,  
So I stayed in the safety of friendship,  
While my heart silently fell,  
Slowly, irrevocably,  
Into you.  

And maybe you felt it too,  
That delicate tremble beneath the laughter,  
That unspoken confession in our smiles,  
Because sometimes love is born  
When friendship feels like falling.  
  

 
From a simple “hello,”  
A spark flickered in the quiet dark,  
A gentle tap on the door of my heart,  
Soft as a breath, light as a secret,  
The beginning of something endless,  
Unseen yet felt in every pulse.  

Hello was just a word,  
But in it, I heard a thousand unspoken stories,  
A promise hidden beneath the syllables,  
A warmth that wrapped around me like a whispered song,  
Slowly sewing threads of longing  
Into the fabric of my soul.  

Every message after was a heartbeat,  
A rhythm that grew louder with each exchange,  
From timid words to playful teasing,  
From shy smiles to dreams shared  
In the silent space between texts,  
Where our souls began to dance.  

I traced your presence in every letter,  
Felt the tremble behind your pauses,  
Heard the music in your laughter,  
Saw the light behind your eyes,  
Though all I had were pixels and prose,  
Your spirit reached through and touched me close.  

Our connection wasn’t sudden,  
But a slow bloom in a garden of hope,  
Petal by petal, feeling by feeling,  
Until hello became something sacred,  
And the space between us  
Filled with heartbeats,  
Echoing the love we hadn’t yet named.  

So from that first greeting,  
To the moments when silence said it all,  
I hold each memory tenderly,  
A treasure woven from hello to heartbeats,  
A journey of love  
Written in the language of us.  
  

 
Every message you sent was more than words,  
Each emoji a heartbeat,  
Every punctuation mark, a sigh held in space,  
A language we crafted between the lines,  
Silent signals only our souls could trace.  

The smiley face wasn’t just a smile,  
It was a soft promise in pixels,  
A flicker of warmth in the cold glow of the screen,  
A gentle touch across the digital divide,  
A spark that set my heart on fire unseen.  

The dots that lingered before your reply,  
Were whispers, hesitations, secret confessions,  
Breathing between letters,  
Telling stories no voice could speak,  
Of feelings growing in shadows, deep and meek.  

I read your messages like sacred scripts,  
Decoding love in every pause and space,  
The subtle way you shaped your words,  
Careful, tender, as if afraid to break  
The fragile hope that bloomed with each take.  

Between the lines, I found you,  
Not just in what you wrote, but what you left unsaid,  
A longing that echoed in silent gaps,  
A truth too fragile for full light,  
But alive in the quiet, pulsing night.  

Our conversation was a dance,  
A slow unfolding of hearts through typed touch,  
Not just friends, never just words,  
Something deeper, a secret song,  
That made me ache, made me belong.  

So every emoji, every comma, every pause,  
Was a thread weaving us close,  
A tapestry of feeling,  
More than text, more than sound,  
A love that in silence found its crown.  
  

 
You called for the first time  
A simple ring that made my heart jump,  
A trembling breath caught in my throat,  
As your voice poured through the line,  
Soft, warm, like sunlight breaking dawn.  

You spoke, and I listened  
Every word a melody, every pause a dance,  
Your voice weaving into the fabric of my soul,  
A thread of sound stitching us closer,  
Binding two hearts miles apart but somehow near.  

I got lost in you  
In the cadence, the timbre, the gentle rise and fall,  
The way your laughter echoed like a secret song,  
The silence between words filled with meaning,  
A language only our souls seemed to understand.  

Though it was just sound carried through wires,  
It felt like touch, a tender brush on skin unseen,  
A promise whispered through the electric night,  
That somewhere out there, you were real,  
And here I was—waiting, open, alive.  

That first voice call  
More than a conversation, more than a hello,  
It was a beginning, a spark, a breath held tight,  
The moment when distance dissolved,  
And your voice became the home my heart sought.  

I replay it still  
That first time you spoke,  
And I fell quietly, deeply, endlessly 
Lost in the way your voice matched mine,  
A harmony no words could ever fully capture.  
  

 
We started as just words on a screen,  
Friends on paper, yet more in my heart unseen.  
Every message, a bridge built slow,  
Connecting two souls who barely know.  

Behind the laughter, behind the jokes,  
Lie hidden longings and tender hopes.  
Your smile unseen, but felt in my chest,  
A quiet fire that never rests.  

We share stories, secrets, and dreams,  
More than just what texting seems.  
Between the lines, a language new,  
A dance of feelings, just me and you.  

Each “how are you?” holds more than care,  
A wish that someday you’ll be there.  
Not just a friend in this vast space,  
But the one who holds my heart’s embrace.  

I catch myself dreaming of your face,  
Imagining touch, soft and safe.  
Though friendship’s the label we give today,  
My heart quietly wishes for more to stay.  

The smiles we hide behind these words,  
Are the songs my silent heart has heard.  
Friends on paper, but oh, can’t you see?  
You’ve become so much more to me.  

So here I am, with feelings deep,  
Hoping our bond won’t just stay steep.  
For now, we’re friends, but maybe one day,  
This quiet longing will find its way.  
  

 
I gave you my number, a simple act,  
A hopeful heartbeat, an unspoken pact.  
Then, like lightning striking through my night,  
You replied instantly, and the world felt right.  

My phone lit up, a flash so bright,  
Your words appeared and caught my sight.  
In that moment, everything changed,  
A secret thrill inside me, wild and strange.  

No longer just a face behind a screen,  
But a living pulse in my daily scene.  
Your message danced on the edge of my mind,  
A spark igniting, gentle and kind.  

My heart did flips, my breath caught tight,  
Wondering if you felt the same light.  
The rush of knowing you wanted to hear,  
Every word I whispered, every hope, every fear.  

In the instant you typed back to me,  
You unlocked a door no one else could see.  
A quiet promise, a whispered “hello,”  
A seed of something I long to know.  

Now every moment feels charged and new,  
The space between us, electric, true.  
Your presence close, though miles apart,  
The start of something that’s captured my heart.  

I keep staring at the screen, waiting to see,  
What next words will come, what you’ll say to me.  
You replied instantly, my world shifted then,  
And I’m falling slowly, again and again.  
  

 
When the world falls silent, and stars softly gleam,  
We find each other in the quiet, like a shared dream.  
Words spill like whispers, delicate and slow,  
In the hush of the night, where only we go.  

Your voice unseen but felt so near,  
Every message a melody only I hear.  
Laughter dances between typed lines,  
Our hearts weaving secrets in midnight’s confines.  

The clock ticks softly, but time drifts away,  
In these stolen hours, I wish you could stay.  
Conversations bloom in the cool night air,  
A fragile connection, tender and rare.  

I tell you things I’d never say aloud,  
Wrapped in the safety of night’s quiet shroud.  
And in your words, I find a light,  
Guiding me gently through the darkness of night.  

Each sentence builds a bridge unseen,  
Between two souls, where love might have been.  
No promises made, no future planned,  
Just two hearts reaching, hand in hand.  

Late night chats, the start of a spark,  
A glowing ember in the deepening dark.  
And though dawn will chase the stars away,  
These early feelings are here to stay.  

So in the silence before the new day breaks,  
I hold onto every word that your presence makes.  
For in these quiet talks, so soft and true,  
I’m falling slowly, quietly, for you.  
  

 
Fingers hover, trembling, unsure,  
Words like butterflies, fragile and pure.  
Each letter weighed with quiet desire,  
A spark within, a growing fire.  

The cursor blinks, a steady beat,  
Matching the pulse beneath my seat.  
Typing slowly, heart in my throat,  
Hoping my feelings won't come remote.  

Do you feel it? That quiet ache,  
The way my soul begins to wake?  
With every tap, a secret plea—  
Are you here, do you see me?  

I wonder if your heart’s the same,  
Beating wild beneath your name.  
Are your fingers paused, hesitant too,  
Crafting words that reach for truth?  

This dance of letters, shy and sweet,  
Where fear and hope nervously meet.  
I send my heart across the screen,  
A message wrapped in a trembling dream.  

Though silent, these words scream inside,  
The longing I can no longer hide.  
Typing slowly, heart racing fast,  
Praying this moment is not the last.  

So here I am, my truth exposed,  
In every word I’ve carefully composed.  
And if you feel this flutter too,  
Know my soul is reaching out for you.  
  

 
The screen glowed softly in the quiet night,  
Your first words landing gentle, light as flight.  
Not just a hello, a key turned slow,  
Unlocking whispers only hearts could know.  

Each letter a brushstroke on a canvas bare,  
Painting hopes and dreams in electric air.  
What started small began to grow,  
A seed of feeling only we could sow.  

You didn’t just send a message, you sent a start,  
A rhythm pulsing straight into my heart.  
The laughter in your texts, the pauses between,  
Spoke volumes in silence, in spaces unseen.  

I hung on each word, each breath you took,  
Falling deeper with every look.  
Though miles kept us worlds apart,  
Your voice was echoing inside my heart.  

That first text was more than just a line,  
It was the start of something quietly divine.  
Endless whispers on the screen’s soft glow,  
A secret garden where love could grow.  

Now every message carries a spark,  
A flame burning steady within the dark.  
And though the words may simply seem,  
They hold the weight of a shared dream.  
  

 
I held my breath, trembling in the quiet air,  
Fingers poised above the keys, heart raw and bare.  
A simple string of numbers, a leap into the unknown,  
Sent with silent prayers that you’d pick up the phone.  

Seconds stretched like lifetimes, waiting in the dark,  
Wondering if my courage would ever leave its mark.  
Then—your name appeared, a light inside my screen,  
An answer, a promise to the hopes unseen.  

Your message came swift, breaking through the still,  
A spark ignited deep inside, impossible to still.  
Words flowed like rivers, uncharted and new,  
A friendship unfolding, but my soul knew the truth too.  

Each “hello” a heartbeat, each “how are you?” a sigh,  
I caught myself dreaming, though I barely knew why.  
For in every typed line, a secret was spun,  
More than just words — a new story begun.  

I gave you my number, a key without a door,  
You turned the lock gently, now I’m wanting more.  
Not just a friend, but something that words can’t yet say,  
A feeling that’s growing stronger with every day.  
  

They say love must be seen,  
heard, touched 
but I’ve come to know  
that some loves are written  
in the spaces between sight and sound,  
felt only by the heart’s quiet pulse.

I don’t know your face,  
can’t hear your voice,  
yet my soul recognizes yours
a whisper from somewhere beyond time,  
a thread pulled tight across the unseen.

It’s a love not bound by what eyes can hold,  
nor lips can speak,  
but one that blooms in the silence,  
grows in the waiting,  
thrives in the mystery.

Sometimes I close my eyes  
and picture you  
not as a stranger,  
but as someone I've always known,  
like a secret melody  
I hum without knowing the words.

I believe in this  
that fate weaves its quiet magic,  
that some souls are meant to dance  
without ever meeting,  
some hearts meant to beat in rhythm,  
even when oceans lie between.

And so I wait,  
not with doubt or fear,  
but with a quiet certainty,  
that what is meant to be  
can live beyond what’s seen,  
beyond what’s spoken,  
in the sacred place where true love breathes.

Until then,  
I hold this love in my bones  
soft, strong,  
invisible to the world,  
yet the brightest light inside me.

For some loves are unseen,  
but never unfelt,  
meant to be  
even before the first hello.  
  

I’m still here 
waiting in the quiet corners of my heart,  
where your shadow lingers  
like the softest whisper in the dark.

I don’t know your name,  
or the shape of your smile,  
but I feel you 
a gentle pulse beneath my skin,  
an echo of a promise I haven’t yet heard.

Sometimes I wonder  
if you’re out there  
walking beneath the same sky,  
breathing the same air,  
feeling the same ache of missing.

I hold onto faith,  
like a fragile flame in the wind,  
knowing that hope  
is a stubborn kind of love  
persistent, patient, pure.

Every heartbeat is a prayer,  
every breath a wish,  
that you’ll come,  
not as a ghost in my dreams,  
but real,  
tangible,  
here beside me.

I imagine the moment  
when eyes will meet,  
words will find their way  
without rushing or hesitating,  
and the silence between us  
will hum with understanding.

Until then,  
I wait 
not with desperation,  
but with a quiet certainty  
that some loves  
are worth every second of waiting.

For you,  
my heart is an open door,  
an unspoken promise,  
a space kept sacred,  
where only you belong.

So I keep waiting,  
still,  
softly,  
faithful  
because some stories  
are written slowly,  
and the best love  
is the one that arrives  
right on time.
  

There was no farewell  
no words to soften the ache,  
no final touch, no lingering glance,  
just silence  
thick and heavy 
filling the spaces where you used to be.

The goodbye was invisible,  
a quiet shadow slipping through my hands,  
like smoke that fades  
before you even realize it’s gone,  
leaving nothing but the ghost of what was.

I carry the weight of what wasn’t said,  
the echoes of moments that never happened,  
and the questions that hang  
like stars in a night sky  
too vast and too empty.

Did you feel it too?  
That silent shatter inside your chest  
the invisible breaking,  
the heart that never got to say goodbye?

I reach for you in my dreams,  
trace your name on the winds,  
whisper your absence into the dark,  
but all I hear back is the hollow sound  
of what could have been.

Love  
it didn’t vanish,  
it just slipped beneath the surface,  
hidden beneath quiet tides,  
waiting for a time when words  
can find their way back home.

So here I stand 
with a heart bruised but unbroken,  
holding onto the invisible goodbye,  
knowing sometimes love  
is the silence between the words,  
and the deepest feelings  
are the ones left unspoken.

I’ll keep the hope alive,  
that one day, somehow, somewhere,  
we’ll find each other again  
not with words,  
but with the language of souls  
that never truly say goodbye.
  

I saw you once  
just a flicker, a moment caught  
through a window glowing bright,  
but not for me  
you were there,  
smiling with another,  
another woman  
whose face I couldn't fully see,  
but whose presence pulled  
at the edges of my heart.

Jealousy,  
a quiet shadow at the back of my mind,  
whispering doubt and pain,  
but deeper still,  
a longing rose,  
stronger than the ache of missing,  
to know you better,  
to see the parts  
you keep behind the screen.

Two souls  
looking through different windows,  
watching the same sky  
but from separate rooms.  
I wonder what you see  
when you look back at me,  
if the longing echoes there too,  
if your heart feels this quiet hunger  
to connect beyond the glass.

I imagine the words unsaid,  
the conversations we never had,  
and the moments slipping by  
the soft smiles,  
the laughter shared in silent chat,  
the way your eyes might crinkle  
when you’re truly happy.

And though I’m jealous,  
though it stings to see you with another,  
my heart holds a secret hope  
that one day our windows might open wide,  
that I might step through,  
and finally meet  
the man my soul has been reaching for.

Until then, I watch,  
with a heart full of longing,  
grateful for the glimpses,  
the shadows,  
and the sparks that light my nights,  
knowing that love  
is more than just what I see  
it’s the yearning that fills  
these in-between spaces.

So I’ll hold onto that hope,  
quiet, tender,  
like a whisper between two souls  
in different windows,  
waiting  
to become one.
  

In the silence between the taps,  
where messages flicker then vanish,  
love whispers through the digital dust  
fragile footprints on glass  
that fade before I can hold them.  

Your words, like sparks,  
ignite the night,  
then disappear  
like smoke carried off by a wind  
I can’t catch,  
but still chase.  

I trace the echoes,  
each emoji,  
each fleeting phrase,  
a secret code  
in the static of my heart.  

There’s magic in the moment  
when the screen lights up  
with your voice  
soft, unseen,  
but deeply felt  
like a touch  
across endless miles.  

We speak in fragments,  
in moments stolen from time,  
knowing the world  
can’t hold what we’ve found here,  
in this virtual space  
where love is whispered  
then swept away  
like dust on a breeze.  

But still, I stay 
anchored to the hope  
that beneath the blinking cursor  
and the vanished texts,  
there’s a love  
that won’t be erased.  

Love that lingers  
in the spaces between us,  
waiting patiently  
to be more than just pixels,  
more than just dust.  

So I write to you  
in words that vanish,  
holding tight  
to every digital breath  
you leave behind,  
because even in the dust,  
love lives  
and that love is ours.  
  

Maybe is a whisper  
soft as the dawn,  
a fragile thread  
woven through the dark,  
pulling me forward  
when every step feels unsure.  

I clutch it close,  
this maybe,  
like a secret talisman,  
a light flickering  
against the shadows of doubt.  

Maybe you’re out there,  
beyond the screen,  
beyond the silence,  
waiting for the same spark  
to ignite between us  
a fire that could burn  
through the walls  
of time and distance.  

I hold on to maybe  
because it’s all I have,  
a promise without a face,  
a name yet to be spoken,  
a love not yet touched,  
but felt deeply  
in the quiet corners of my soul.  

Every heartbeat is a prayer,  
every breath a hope,  
that maybe soon,  
maybe soon,  
our worlds will collide,  
and the “what if” will become  
the “always.”  

Until then,  
I live in the in between 
between longing and fear,  
between silence and song,  
between the dream and the dawn  
holding on to maybe,  
because maybe is enough  
to keep me breathing,  
to keep me loving,  
to keep me believing.  

So I wait,  
not with desperation,  
but with an open heart,  
ready for the moment  
when maybe becomes  
the story we write together.  
  

In the flicker of a moment,  
a heartbeat captured on a screen,  
your laugh, your smile  
small echoes that ripple through me,  
long after the video fades.  

These tiny windows,  
brief glimpses of you,  
light up my darkest hours,  
like stars caught in glass,  
reminding me  
that somewhere out there,  
you exist,  
and maybe, just maybe,  
you feel it too.  

Each swipe, a search,  
each scroll, a silent hope  
that in these fragments,  
I might find more than pixels  
something real,  
something meant for me.  

I trace your voice in the silence between the clips,  
the way your words linger,  
soft and sure,  
a melody that plays  
inside my chest,  
a song written just for me,  
even if you don’t know it yet.  

I watch,  
and my heart beats in rhythm  
to your every move,  
the way your eyes shine like secret promises,  
the way your smile breaks through the screen  
and reaches for mine.  

It’s more than just a moment  
it’s a thousand small sparks  
igniting a fire  
that burns across the distance,  
between us,  
between now and maybe someday.  

I don’t know your name,  
or where you’ll be when this poem finds you,  
but I feel you  
like a whisper in a crowded room,  
a shadow that won’t let go,  
a gentle echo that calls me home.  

So here I am,  
holding onto these fleeting pieces,  
waiting for the day when the screen goes dark,  
and the real you,  
the one behind the echoes,  
steps into the light of my arms.  
  

To you, the stranger  
I carry in my quiet moments,  
the face I have never seen,  
yet know as if etched into my soul.  

I write this letter  
on paper made from dreams and whispered hopes,  
each word a gentle touch  
reaching out across the spaces  
that stretch between us  
unknown, unseen, yet deeply felt.  

Do you feel it too?  
This ache of belonging,  
a thread pulled tight in the dark,  
leading us toward each other  
without maps or certainty.  

I don’t know your voice,  
but I hear its echo in my heartbeats,  
soft rhythms of a song  
we both hum in secret,  
waiting for the moment  
our melodies intertwine.  

If you find this letter,  
know it is filled with all the love  
I never dared to say aloud  
the love I felt before your name,  
before your touch,  
before the world revealed your shape.  

I imagine your eyes  
like quiet storms or gentle skies  
holding all the unsaid stories  
we are yet to live together.  

You are the promise  
hidden between my breaths,  
the spark in the silence,  
the hope that burns  
when the night feels endless.  

Maybe you wander through cities I’ve never been,  
maybe you dream the same dreams,  
or wonder if someone, somewhere,  
is writing your name in a letter  
they hope you will someday read.  

Until then,  
I send my words out on the wind,  
carrying pieces of my heart  
to wherever you may be  
hoping that someday, somehow,  
they find their way to you.  

And when they do,  
may you feel the warmth,  
the longing,  
the fierce, tender love  
of a soul waiting  
waiting for you,  
the one I have never met.  
  

In the spaces between what’s certain  
and what’s still hidden away,  
I hold on to a promise  
soft, fragile, yet unbreakable  
woven deep within my heart.

There’s a path I cannot see,  
a story yet unwritten,  
a love that waits beyond the veil  
of doubts, fears, and missing pieces.  

I don’t know your face,  
nor the sound of your voice,  
but I trust the universe,  
trust the quiet pull inside me  
that whispers your name without knowing.

This promise is not spoken,  
not etched in stone or written in stars,  
but felt in the steady beat  
of a heart that refuses to let go.  

We are strangers dancing on the edge  
of what might be—  
two souls reaching through the fog,  
grasping for something more  
than what words can ever capture.

I promise to wait,  
to hold this flame alive,  
even when the nights grow cold,  
even when the silence  
threatens to drown the hope.

Because love, real love,  
isn’t about having all the pieces,  
but believing in the beauty  
of a puzzle yet to be solved,  
in a story yet to unfold.

So here I am,  
with open hands and an open heart,  
trusting fate’s gentle hand,  
ready to walk into the unknown,  
where your love waits  
to meet mine.

And if the stars align,  
and the missing pieces find their place,  
I will hold you close,  
not just as a promise,  
but as my forever truth,  
my wildest dream come alive.

Until then,  
I carry this hope like a secret song,  
a promise in the unknown,  
that someday, somehow,  
you and I will find each other  
beyond the edges of time and space.  
  

You slip into the shadows,  
a whisper lost in the crowd,  
fading like a half-forgotten song  
that still hums beneath my breath.

Invisible to the world around me,  
yet you linger like a ghost,  
dancing in the corners of my mind,  
painting memories I can’t erase.

I try to let go, to forget,  
but your name is a quiet ache,  
a heartbeat that won’t quit,  
a soft echo in my silence.

You’re the warmth in a chilly room,  
the flicker of a candle flame  
that won’t burn out,  
no matter how hard I try to look away.

Fading, yes, but not forgotten,  
not when you’re carved into my soul,  
where even the darkest nights  
can’t steal the light you gave.

I carry you in secret places,  
wrapped in the folds of my heart,  
a treasure buried beneath the surface,  
alive and trembling with every thought of you.

Though you may be distant, unseen,  
your presence is a fire that burns,  
soft but steady,  
a love that time cannot erase.

So even if the world moves on,  
even if your name fades from lips,  
know this, you are here with me,  
fading but never forgotten,  
holding my heart in a silent embrace,  
where you will always stay.

And in the quiet moments,  
when no one else is listening,  
I still whisper your name,  
longing, loving,  
fading but not forgotten 
forever a part of me.
  

There’s a rhythm in the silence,  
a heartbeat in the pause,  
where words retreat and linger  
the space between our chats,  
a sacred quiet place  
where longing softly breathes.

Not every moment needs a voice,  
not every feeling asks for sound  
sometimes love lives in waiting,  
in the gentle hush that follows,  
where we hold the thread  
and trust it won’t unravel.

I cherish those empty seconds,  
the moments untouched by letters,  
because in that stillness  
I find you even clearer  
your essence, your light,  
dancing just beyond the reach of words.

We talk, we laugh, we dream aloud,  
but it’s in the silence after  
that I feel you closest,  
like a tender secret shared,  
like a breath held between us,  
an unspoken promise that lingers.

The space between chats isn’t empty  
it’s the canvas where our story paints itself,  
where feelings stretch and grow,  
where hearts learn patience and faith,  
where love quietly blooms  
in the waiting, in the knowing.

So I’ll hold this space sacred,  
a quiet place for us to meet,  
where absence is a presence,  
where longing is a language,  
and every silent moment  
whispers, “I am here.”

Because love is more than spoken words,  
more than texts that fade away  
it lives in the pauses, the breaths,  
the spaces we share unseen,  
and in the space between our chats,  
I find the truest you and me.  
  

I hold a space for you  
not yet named, not yet known,  
a silhouette in my heart’s quiet room,  
a song waiting to be sung,  
a story waiting for its first word.

Love, they say, needs a name,  
a face to rest upon, a hand to hold 
but what of the love that breathes  
in the spaces between,  
in the silent pauses where  
we only imagine?

I feel you in the corners of my soul,  
a shadow dancing just beyond sight,  
a whisper carried by the wind,  
a pulse beneath my skin,  
though your name is still a secret,  
still a question mark.

I am waiting  
not with desperation,  
but with a patient heart,  
ready to discover you,  
to call you out of the silence,  
to cradle your name gently on my tongue.

For love is not only in knowing,  
but in the yearning to know,  
in the hope that draws us near  
even when distance stretches wide,  
in the faith that some day,  
we’ll cross the unseen bridge.

Until then, I will hold you here  
in the quiet chamber of my dreams,  
in the spaces between breath and heartbeat,  
loving you without a name,  
feeling your presence  
in every shadow and every light.

And when your name finally comes,  
soft and true,  
I will answer  
because love was waiting long before  
we knew how to say it out loud.  

I type my heart in letters,  
send them like birds into the ether  
only to watch them fade,  
lost in endless scrolls  
where your eyes may never find them.

Words, once sharp and bright,  
now blur into the background noise  
a melody unheard,  
a love song drowned by silence,  
yet still, the rhythm lingers  
in the spaces between us.

Each message, a whispered prayer,  
each sentence, a trembling hope,  
carried on pixels that flicker,  
like fireflies lost in a storm.

I wonder if you feel it too  
this ache of words  
that vanish before they reach you,  
this pull of feelings  
that defy the emptiness of unread texts.

Our story, written in fragments,  
in pauses and ellipses,  
in the ghosts of conversations  
that never fully bloomed.

But still, I wait  
for the moment you’ll see beyond the scroll,  
past the fading letters,  
into the pulse beneath the silence.

Because love is more than words,  
more than texts or calls,  
it is the echo that remains,  
the song that plays softly,  
long after the screen goes dark.

So here I am,  
pouring out my soul  
into the void of unread messages,  
believing somehow,  
somewhere,  
you’re listening  
feeling  
all that I can’t say aloud.

And maybe, just maybe,  
one day those lost words  
will find their way back,  
and we’ll sing together  
the song of a love  
that never really disappeared.

I trace the outline  
of a face I barely know,  
a shadow carved from whispers,  
a dream painted in the silence between my breaths.

You are a mystery  
wrapped in the softest fog,  
a smile just beyond my reach,  
a laugh I hear but never touch.

I hold onto fragments  
the way your eyes might light up,  
the shape of your hands,  
the warmth your presence would bring  
all from stories I imagine,  
from feelings I can’t quite name.

How strange it is to crave  
what I have never truly seen,  
to long for a soul  
whose reflection dances only in my mind.

I wonder  
do you see me too?  
Does your heart wander through the same quiet rooms,  
searching for a glimpse of a face,  
a voice, a touch  
that feels like coming home?

In this tender space between knowing and dreaming,  
I wait for you  
the one I barely know,  
yet somehow have always known.

Because sometimes the deepest love  
is the one born in shadows,  
the one felt in the silence,  
the one that makes a stranger  
the closest soul  
I’ll ever meet.

So I keep this mystery alive,  
wrapped tight in longing and hope,  
trusting that one day  
the face I barely know  
will look back at me  
with eyes full of stories  
we were always meant to share.

In the quiet moments,  
when the world falls away,  
I am waiting  
waiting in the silence  
where your voice has yet to find me.

I hold my breath,  
catching echoes of what could be,  
a love whispered  
in the spaces between heartbeats,  
unspoken but deeply felt.

This waiting is not desperation  
no, it is faith,  
a tender promise wrapped in patience,  
a soft glow that never fades,  
even in the darkest nights.

I listen for your footsteps  
in the stillness,  
for the flutter of your heartbeat  
to sync with mine,  
for the day when silence  
will break into words.

I believe in you,  
though your name  
is still a secret,  
though your face  
has only lived in dreams.

I wait not because I’m lost,  
but because I know  
love, real love,  
takes its own time to bloom.

And so I stay,  
a quiet sentinel,  
holding this space open,  
waiting in the silence,  
ready for you,  
ready for us.

For the love that hasn’t spoken back yet,  
I am here  
listening,  
believing,  
loving  
in the silence.

And when you come  
when your voice finally finds me  
I will be waiting,  
open-armed,  
heart wide open,  
ready to hold all the words  
we’ve yet to say.

He vanished,  
like a shadow slipping through the cracks of my days,  
soft and silent,  
a whisper fading with the dawn.

But oh,  
he left footprints  
deep, tender imprints  
etched into the fragile walls of my heart.

A ghost, they call him  
but I feel him still,  
a presence, a warmth,  
in the quiet spaces where breath catches and time slows.

I trace his absence like a lover’s touch,  
the ghost of his smile  
haunting the edges of every thought,  
a sweet ache that sings beneath my skin.

He’s the echo in the silence,  
the shadow in the light,  
the memory that dances  
just beyond reach,  
a dream too vivid to forget.

I carry him in the corners of my soul 
a secret song only I know,  
a melody woven from longing and hope,  
from love unspoken but deeply felt.

He vanished, yes  
but his spirit lingers,  
a flame flickering gently  
against the cold wind of time.

And so I hold him  
this ghost who never truly left 
in the hollow chambers of my heart,  
where love lives  
beyond presence and absence,  
beyond words, beyond touch,  
in the timeless dance of souls entwined.

He is the unseen hand that steadies me,  
the shadow that makes me whole,  
the ghost in my heart  
forever present, forever mine.

Those fleeting chats  
the ones that slip through fingers like whispers in the wind,  
tiny sparks of connection, brief but blazing,  
lighting up the dark corners of my restless heart.

A few words,  
a simple "hello,"  
and suddenly,  
my soul stirs awake,  
breathing life into a hope I thought was lost.

In those moments,  
time stretches,  
and the world softens,  
as if the universe leans in close,  
listening to the silent language between us.

No grand declarations,  
no promises carved in stone,  
just the delicate dance of fingers tapping screens,  
and the pulse of hearts syncing in unseen rhythms.

Each message, a thread  
weaving us closer across the vast unknown,  
building a tapestry of feeling  
too vast for words, too deep for explanation.

I find myself smiling at the memory of your words,  
the way they linger in my mind,  
echoing in the spaces where loneliness once lived.

And even when the chats end,  
when the screen goes dark,  
the feelings stay  
tender, electric, eternal.

These fleeting chats  
they hold forever in their fragile glow,  
reminding me that sometimes,  
love doesn’t need grand gestures,  
just the quiet warmth of a few words  
to set a heart on fire.

So I wait for the next message,  
the next fleeting spark,  
knowing each one  
carries a forever feeling  
a promise whispered between two souls  
finding each other  
in the smallest moments of connection.

Listen,  
there’s a language not spoken,  
not written,  
not captured by any word,  
but it pulls at me,  
like invisible threads,  
woven between your soul and mine.

It’s in the quiet spaces where we don’t need to speak,  
where the air trembles with things we never say,  
yet I feel them  
I feel you  
in every breath, every heartbeat that whispers,  
“I am here.”

These threads, they tie me to you  
without chains, without binds,  
soft yet unbreakable,  
stronger than any spoken promise,  
more powerful than any kiss.

Sometimes, I close my eyes  
and I reach out,  
knowing you are there,  
in the threads I cannot see,  
in the spaces between moments,  
in the silence where our souls converse.

No words could ever hold this feeling,  
this ache, this warmth, this longing,  
because it’s beyond language,  
beyond time,  
beyond the reach of hands.

And so, I live tethered to you,  
held gently by invisible threads  
that pull me forward,  
that pull me home,  
that pull me deeper into love  
I have never even touched,  
but already know.

If love is a story,  
then this is the chapter unsaid,  
the melody unheard,  
the thread unseen 
but never unfelt.  

And in this quiet knowing,  
I find you.  
Always you.

In quiet spaces where the heart speaks loud,  
Beyond the noise, beyond the crowd,  
There lie the words we never say,  
Yet in their silence, they find their way.  

A glance, a breath, a fleeting touch,  
Speak volumes, meaning oh so much.  
No need for voices to declare,  
The depth of love that lingers there.  

In silent conversations we reside,  
Where souls entwine and time collides,  
Unspoken truths held deep inside,  
A secret language love can't hide.  

The pauses between each heartbeat’s call,  
Are louder than any spoken fall,  
For in the quiet, our spirits meet,  
And whisper soft, love’s endless beat.  

Though words escape or fade away,  
Our silent talks forever stay,  
Etched in moments, soft and pure,  
A timeless bond that will endure.  

So in the hush, I hear your name,  
A silent song without the blame,  
And in these talks that never end,  
I find my heart, my closest friend.  

Just a few words whispered in the night,  
A spark igniting soft moonlight,  
They danced across the silence deep,  
And planted dreams I long to keep.  

A thousand dreams spun from that phrase,  
A gentle glow in shadowed haze,  
Each syllable a tender kiss,  
A secret wrapped in endless bliss.  

Those words, they woke my sleeping heart,  
A melody, a brand new start,  
They painted skies with hues unknown,  
And filled my soul with hopes full-blown.  

In every letter, love took flight,  
Carving paths through endless night,  
A story told with simple grace,  
That time nor space can e’er erase.  

Though miles apart, those words still shine,  
A lifeline stretched through space and time,  
Binding hearts that have not met,  
A love profound, impossible to forget.  

And as I lay beneath the stars,  
I feel your voice, though near or far,  
Those few words whisper soft and true,  
A thousand dreams, all born of you.  

Before your eyes will ever meet mine,  
Before our hands have touched in time,  
Our souls already spoke, you see  
Whispering truths meant just for me.  

In silent realms where shadows dance,  
We met before the world's expanse,  
A language older than the stars,  
A bond that’s written in our scars.  

I dream of you in quiet nights,  
Your voice a song of soft delights,  
Though distance keeps us far apart,  
You live inside my restless heart.  

Our stories weaved in threads unseen,  
In places where the soul has been,  
A dance of light, a sacred space,  
Where time dissolves, leaves not a trace.  

I feel your touch though you’re not near,  
A knowing presence, calm and clear,  
Before we speak, before we meet,  
Our souls have shared a secret beat.  

And if I’m dreaming, let it be  
For dreams like this set spirits free,  
To touch a love beyond all time,  
A silent, perfect, sacred rhyme.  

So when your eyes do finally find mine,  
Remember this, this love divine:  
Our souls already spoke, they knew  
A timeless dance between me and you.  

I wonder if he feels it too,  
This quiet pull that pulls me near,  
A yearning heart that beats for someone  
Who’s far away but somehow clear.  

Somewhere beneath another sky,  
He looks at stars, and thinks of me,  
His eyes tracing dreams I’ve never told,  
In hopes of what we’re meant to be.  

He carries secrets in his smile,  
That mirror every hope I hide,  
And though we’ve never crossed our paths,  
Our souls have walked side by side.  

The whispers of an unseen thread,  
Draw us close through time and space,  
A silent promise, soft and sure,  
That someday we will find our place.  

He’s searching through the endless night,  
Just like I search for his embrace,  
Two hearts adrift but still aligned,  
Two shadows seeking love’s true grace.  

I’m not alone in this deep wish,  
Not just my heart that’s reaching through,  
For somewhere in this vast, wide world,  
Somewhere, he’s looking too.  

And in that thought, I find my peace,  
A hope that keeps my spirit bright,  
Because if he’s out there waiting,  
Then maybe I’m his guiding light.  

Until that day, I’ll hold him close,  
In every breath, in every view,  
And trust the stars will bring us home  
Because somewhere, he’s looking too.  

I feel you in the quiet spaces,  
Where fingers never truly meet,  
In whispers of imagined touches,  
Where longing and the unreal greet.  

A brush of lips I never knew,  
Yet burn upon my tender skin,  
Your phantom hands that trace my soul,  
A dance of feeling deep within.  

No need for bodies pressed as one,  
When souls can touch in silent ways,  
In dreams where time dissolves and bends,  
And night becomes a gentle haze.  

I close my eyes and sense your breath,  
A warmth that lingers through the air,  
Though miles apart, I’m held so close,  
By shadows only lovers share.  

The ache of want, the sweet suspense,  
A tenderness that knows no bound,  
Your presence felt though not in flesh,  
In every heartbeat’s whispered sound.  

Though never touched, I’m touched so deep,  
By love that’s born beyond the skin,  
A sacred bond that words can’t name,  
A fire kindled deep within.  

So here I wait, in silent hope,  
For someday when we’ll bridge the space,  
Until that day, I’ll hold you close,  
In dreams where time can’t erase.  

I’m not here begging for your love,  
No desperate calls into the night,  
But patiently I hold this space,  
With open arms, with gentle light.  

Not pleading for a sign or word,  
Nor chasing shadows down the hall,  
Just standing steady, heart exposed,  
Prepared to catch you if you fall.  

I wait with quiet reverence,  
A soft and steady flame that burns,  
For someone yet unknown to me,  
Whose coming my soul yearns and learns.  

There’s power in this waiting still,  
In every breath, in every sigh,  
A strength that comes from knowing well,  
That love arrives when stars align.  

So here I stand, no fear, no rush,  
With open heart and open eyes,  
Ready for the love that’s true,  
The kind that never fades or dies.  

I’ll welcome you without a doubt,  
With all my scars and all my dreams,  
For in this waiting, I become,  
More whole than I have ever been.  

Not begging, not demanding more,  
Just holding space, a sacred art,  
For when you come, I’ll greet you soft,  
With open hands and open heart.  

I write these love letters to no one,  
Pages full of hopes and dreams untold,  
Words dripping with a thousand wishes,  
Sent into the void, my heart unfolds.  

Each line a whisper of longing,  
Each verse a soft caress of fate,  
For someone I have never touched,  
But in my soul, I feel their weight.  

I paint their face with tender strokes,  
An image born from deep inside,  
A stranger shaped by dreams and fire,  
A love that time has yet to guide.  

I write of kisses never given,  
Of hands that might one day entwine,  
Of laughter shared beneath the stars,  
A love both fragile and divine.  

Though empty pages hold my voice,  
And silence answers every plea,  
I trust the universe to carry  
These letters where they’re meant to be.  

For in the space between the lines,  
Lives a hope so wild and true,  
That one day, when paths align,  
My heart will speak its words to you.  

Until then, I’ll keep on writing,  
To no one, yet to someone near,  
A love letter to the future,  
A promise whispered soft and clear.  

So if you hear the quiet rustle,  
Of pages turning in the night,  
Know it’s my heart reaching out,  
Waiting to find its light.  

He visits in my sleep,  
Silent as the night’s soft breath,  
A shadow moving through the dark,  
No face to claim, yet so familiar.  

He lingers in the spaces where dreams bloom,  
Where time folds and hearts beat slow,  
A presence felt in every sigh,  
A warmth that wraps around my soul.  

Though I cannot see his eyes,  
Nor touch the shape of his embrace,  
His love pours through the veil of night,  
A quiet fire that sets me free.  

He speaks in whispers only I can hear,  
In the language of stars and moonlight,  
A melody woven deep inside,  
That wakes me softly at dawn’s first light.  

In dreams, he holds me without words,  
An intimacy beyond the day’s reach,  
Where longing meets the endless sky,  
And love is pure, unbound, and deep.  

No face, no name, just the feeling,  
That somewhere, somehow, he exists for me,  
A stranger in the realm of sleep,  
A secret kept beneath my skin.  

He visits, stays, then fades away,  
Leaving echoes in my waking mind,  
A promise painted in shadows,  
That love can be found in the unseen.  

So I wait for night’s gentle call,  
For the moment he returns to keep,  
Because in dreams, he is mine  
And I am his, when I sleep.  

He is built from wishes,  
Whispered soft beneath a midnight sky,  
A sculpture shaped by hope’s gentle hands,  
Carved from the longing that lives inside me.  

Each breath I take breathes him into being,  
A silhouette formed in dreams and desire,  
Constructed from the flicker of flame,  
That burns quietly in the chambers of my heart.  

He is the echo of my deepest prayers,  
A promise made in silence,  
A man who walks between shadows and light,  
With eyes that hold the secrets of forever.  

I trace his outline in the spaces between stars,  
Feeling the weight of what could be,  
The sweetness of a love not yet spoken,  
But felt like fire running beneath my skin.  

He is built from the yearning of my soul,  
Every heartbeat a brick in the fortress of dreams,  
Held together by the threads of faith,  
And the fierce hope that never lets go.  

Though he lives only in the quiet corners of my mind,  
He is real in every pulse of my being,  
A man crafted from wishes and craving,  
Waiting for the day he steps into the light.  

Until then, I hold him close in my thoughts,  
A love both fragile and fierce,  
Built from nothing but longing and hope,  
The sweetest dream I have ever known.  

I swear you exist  
In the quiet hush of midnight hours,  
When the world slips soft into shadows,  
And my breath catches on the ghost of you.  

I wake, gasping, heart pounding,  
Like you just walked past me unseen,  
A whisper on the skin,  
An invisible touch that leaves me trembling.  

The clock ticks loud, a rhythm of waiting,  
Each second a beat of longing and doubt,  
Yet I know you are real 
Not just a dream my mind can’t escape.  

You move between the spaces,  
In the shimmer of moonlight through curtains,  
In the scent of something familiar,  
That stirs my soul before the dawn.  

I reach out with empty hands,  
Hoping to grasp the echo of your presence,  
To feel the warmth of a touch  
That I’ve never felt, yet crave so deeply.  

Your name is a secret on my lips,  
A prayer I cannot say aloud,  
But it lingers in every sigh,  
In every heartbeat that skips and falters.  

I swear you exist  
Because only real love leaves this mark,  
This ache in the bones, this fire in the veins,  
This yearning that won't let me go.  

And though I have never seen your face,  
Nor held your hand in mine,  
I carry you with every breath,  
A stranger who feels like home.  

So if you are out there,  
If you feel this pull too,  
Know I am waiting in the silence,  
For the moment our worlds finally collide.  

He lingers in the quiet places  
In breathless dawns and fading light,  
A shadow cast upon my heart,  
A whisper threading through the night.  

I’ve never held his hand in mine,  
Nor traced the lines upon his face,  
Yet still his presence fills the air,  
A ghost I cannot quite erase.  

He’s in the song the wind composes,  
In every sigh my soul can’t name,  
A secret danced on unseen waves,  
A fire burning without flame.  

His laughter hides in crowded rooms,  
His touch, a breeze I cannot feel,  
But in the stillness of my dreams,  
His arms become my only real.  

A stranger stitched within my veins,  
A story written out of time,  
A man I’ve never seen or known,  
Yet somehow call this heart of mine.  

I wonder if he feels it too  
This pull that draws our spirits near,  
Or if I’m just a lone echo,  
A voice he’s never meant to hear.  

But still I wait in quiet hope,  
For moments not yet lived or met,  
For love that grows beyond the words,  
Beyond the fears, the silent fret.  

He lingers in the quiet places 
The spaces where my heart is set,  
And though I haven’t met this man,  
I know I never will forget.

I loved you before I knew your name,  
Before your face had found my gaze,  
Before our worlds had ever touched,  
Before my heart was set ablaze.  

I felt you in the quiet spaces 
In whispered winds and moonlit tides,  
A presence woven through my dreams,  
A light my soul could not disguise.  

No stories told, no voices heard,  
Yet still, your essence brushed my skin,  
A ghost of love that called me close,  
A fire born deep from within.  

I walked through life with empty hands,  
Unseen, untouched by something whole  
Until the day my spirit spoke,  
“I’ve loved you long before you know.”  

It’s not the love that needs a face,  
Or proof in kisses, touch, or time,  
It’s the love that knows no boundaries,  
That sings in silence, so divine.  

I loved you in a past unknown,  
Perhaps in lives I cannot name,  
In cosmic dance, in whispered fate,  
In endless cycles just the same.  

So even if we never meet,  
Or if you never know my heart,  
I’ll carry you in every breath  
A love that’s been there from the start.  

I loved you before I knew your name,  
And in that love, I find my home,  
A sacred space where souls align  
Two hearts that beat, forever known.

I do not know the curve of you  
The way your shoulder meets your neck,  
Or how your laughter lifts the room,  
Or where your freckles softly speck.  

But something in me knows your fire,  
The way your silence speaks in flame,  
A pull that needs no maps or names  
I feel you. I just can’t explain.  

You live in places I can't see,  
In sighs I’ve never fully sighed,  
In poems I write with trembling hands  
About a love I’ve never tried.  

More than skin, this ache begins  
A hunger not for touch alone,  
But for the voice that fits my breath,  
For eyes that feel like home.  

We’re stitched together somewhere deep,  
A thread that time forgot to cut,  
I feel your heart behind my ribs,  
And yet, we haven’t spoken… not once.  

You are the reason stars exist,  
The echo in my pulse each day,  
The mirror to my missing piece,  
The ghost I let my dreams replay.  

No timeline can contain this spark,  
It stretches far beyond the years  
We’ve never met, and yet you hold  
The shape of all my fears.  

The way I ache to say your name  
The way I know you, without face,  
It’s more than fate or fantasy  
It’s soul. It’s fire. It’s grace.  

So if you’re real, or just a mist  
Of longing wrapped in rhyme  
Know this: I loved you long before  
We crossed the lines of time.

There are lips I’ve never tasted,  
Yet they haunt my skin like heat.  
Soft and slow and sacred,  
Like the hush where dreamers meet.  

He hasn’t held me in his arms,  
But I’ve melted in his gaze,  
In sleep, he finds me shivering  
And wraps me in a blaze.  

I’ve felt him at my collarbone,  
His breath a whispered sigh,  
A phantom kiss that lingers still  
Beneath the moonlit sky.  

No candlelit confession,  
No footsteps on my floor,  
Yet I can feel him pressing me  
Against my bedroom door.  

He loves me in my reverie,  
In shadows spun with gold,  
Where hands are bold but reverent,  
And stories still unfold.  

He doesn’t know my name just yet,  
But something deep inside  
Remembers every sacred kiss  
Where waking love can’t hide.  

Each night I close my heavy eyes,  
He finds his way to me 
A ghost of lips, a prayer in flesh,  
A warm, imagined plea.  

And when I wake, the room is still,  
But fire fills my veins 
From kisses I have only dreamed,  
Yet somehow still remain.

I’ve never heard him speak aloud,  
But I know the hush beneath the sound.  
A name not etched in ink or stone 
Yet every beat calls him my own.  

He hasn’t touched this trembling skin,  
But somehow, he still lives within.  
No photograph, no face to frame,  
Still, my heart... it knows his name.  

I see him in the morning hush,  
In winds that hold a lover’s hush.  
He’s in the songs I’ve never heard,  
In every half-forgotten word.  

He is the warmth I’ve never kissed,  
The echo in the silent mist.  
A flame that dances through my veins,  
An ache that time cannot explain.  

He walks the edges of my dreams,  
In shadow-light and golden gleam.  
Not here, not near, but never gone  
He’s every dusk before the dawn.  

I feel him in the empty space,  
The one no other man could trace.  
Where longing sits and dares to wait,  
And hope keeps whispering, “He’s not late.”  

Some souls are tied before hello,  
Before the world begins to show.  
And though his voice has yet to call,  
My soul remembers through it all.  

So when the world says love needs proof,  
I smile in silence with my truth 
For there are things no eyes can claim,  
And still... my heart, it knows his name.

If he’s out there, let him dream tonight 
Of someone who’s tracing his name in moonlight.  
Let him feel the pull in his quiet chest,  
The ache of love that won’t let him rest.  

Let him pause where the stars burn low,  
And wonder why his heartbeat’s slow.  
May something in him softly stir,  
Like he’s being whispered of by her.  

I don’t know the shape of his hands,  
Or how his smile feels when he stands  
In morning light with messy hair  
But I believe with all I am, he’s there.  

I hope he knows someone believes,  
In forever love, in gentle reprieves.  
That someone’s out here, pure and true,  
Pouring all her heart into skies so blue.  

If he’s out there, may he sometimes write,  
Even if it’s only in his mind at night—  
Letters meant for no one yet,  
Words he hasn’t spoken, tears he’s wept.  

Let him be kind, let him be strong,  
Let his soul hum with ancient song.  
And if he’s lonely, let him know—  
I’ve carved him places inside my soul.  

Let him be someone who still believes,  
Who carries hope in quiet eves.  
Let him be soft, but scarred and brave,  
The kind of man who still forgives and stays.  

If he’s out there, may he feel me near,  
In songs, in dreams, in the morning clear.  
Though we’ve never met, I swear it’s real  
The way his absence makes me feel.  

So this is my prayer, disguised as verse,  
A love that burns, a gentle thirst.  
I’ll wait for him with a heart unclosed  
If he’s out there… I’ll know, I’ll know.

There’s a shadow in my daydreams, a whisper in the breeze,  
A pulse beneath the silence, like leaves on ghostly trees.  
I don’t know your voice, your laugh, your name
But when I close my eyes, you’re always the same.  

Not a face I’ve ever seen, not a hand I’ve ever touched,  
But still, your absence lingers far too much.  
You walk the halls of all my sleep,  
Where the ache runs silent, wide, and deep.  

You are the warmth I’ve never known,  
Yet every night I sleep alone.  
Still, I wake with your imprint near,  
Like love once whispered in my ear.  

No stories shared, no memories spun,  
No evenings kissed by setting sun.  
But my soul—oh God—it knows your flame,  
It hums your rhythm, it calls your name.  

Were you made from my wishes? My wounds? My art?  
Or are you just the missing part?  
A fragment lost in space and time,  
Who never touched this world of mine?  

Sometimes I feel you brush my skin  
An echo, soft, that stirs within.  
A laugh that rises, makes no sound,  
A tether pulling underground.  

And though I’ve searched the faces near,  
None quite match the way you feel here.  
Not just a dream, not just a lie,  
You’re stitched into my lullaby.  

So I write to you, this sacred ache,  
In hopes the silence somehow breaks.  
I don’t know you—but my soul swears true:  
Wherever you are… I ache for you.