A Letter He Never Sent

 

To the girl who never knew…

You probably never noticed.

How my eyes found you, even in the busiest rooms.

How my day felt complete with just one smile from you.

How your voice could calm every noise inside me.

 

I never told you I loved you.

Not because I was afraid,

but because I didn’t want to burden you

with a love that expected nothing in return.

 

I just wanted to be there.

To make sure you had someone to talk to,

even if it was about the smallest things.

To be the one who noticed when you were not okay,

even when everyone else believed your “I’m fine.”

 

I still remember the day you said you liked blue.

Since then, every shade of blue reminded me of you.

I brought you coffee on your tired days,

saved you the last piece of cake at office parties,

and walked beside you when the world seemed too fast.

 

You once asked me,

“Why are you always so quiet?”

I smiled, but never said it:

Because words would’ve never been enough

for everything I felt.

 

You see, when a man loves,

he doesn’t always say it.

He just does it,

in the way he listens,

in the way he cares,

in the way he stays,

even when no one asks him to.

 

I knew you loved someone else.

And that’s okay.

Because love, at least mine,

was never about having you.

It was about seeing you happy,

even if it meant watching you walk away.

 

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this.

But if one day, your heart wonders,

“Was there someone who truly, quietly loved me?”

The answer is - yes.

 

Always was.

Still is.

 

-The man who loved you in silence,

but with all that he had.