They sat in the room, close but not touching. Both were quiet. Both were full of words they had kept inside for too long. The air felt heavy with what they had not said, like every breath carried a hundred feelings.
He looked at her, then looked down. He wanted to speak, but the words felt too big. His hands moved, then stopped, then moved again. He had dreamed about this moment, but now that it was here, it was hard to start.
She watched him. She knew. She had waited just like he had waited. Her heart was beating fast. She could feel it in her throat, in her ears, in her hands. She wanted to tell him, but she wanted to hear him first.
Their eyes met and held. Nothing else moved. No one else mattered. It was just them, two people who had carried a love too long in silence.
He reached for her hand, slowly, like he was afraid it would disappear. She let him take it. It was warm. It felt right. They both breathed in at the same time.
“I have loved you all this time,” he said at last, voice low, almost shaking.
Her eyes filled with tears, not from pain, but from the weight lifting. “I know,” she said, soft and sure. “Me too.”
For a moment they just sat there, holding hands, smiling through quiet tears, two hearts finally at peace because the truth was no longer hidden.
He looked at her, then looked down. He wanted to speak, but the words felt too big. His hands moved, then stopped, then moved again. He had dreamed about this moment, but now that it was here, it was hard to start.
She watched him. She knew. She had waited just like he had waited. Her heart was beating fast. She could feel it in her throat, in her ears, in her hands. She wanted to tell him, but she wanted to hear him first.
Their eyes met and held. Nothing else moved. No one else mattered. It was just them, two people who had carried a love too long in silence.
He reached for her hand, slowly, like he was afraid it would disappear. She let him take it. It was warm. It felt right. They both breathed in at the same time.
“I have loved you all this time,” he said at last, voice low, almost shaking.
Her eyes filled with tears, not from pain, but from the weight lifting. “I know,” she said, soft and sure. “Me too.”
For a moment they just sat there, holding hands, smiling through quiet tears, two hearts finally at peace because the truth was no longer hidden.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 5, 2025
Get the Part 1 — Just Usmug. It says it in the name all they are is best friends nothing is ever gonna happen they don’t like eachother. Get that in your head Alexis!!!
by Val’s Short Ass April 23, 2019
Get the Just Best friendsmug. For something to seem simple, but in reality it's nonsense. Also used to confuse and or troll others; a friendly joke.
by James E. Robert October 4, 2015
Get the The moons just a slice awaymug. Jax, your face looks like an elephant.
Jax: What the fuck did you just say about me?
HEY HEY HEY! DON'T START THE GORILLA WARFARE RANT AGAIN! I CAN'T STAND IT
Jax: What the fuck did you just say about me?
HEY HEY HEY! DON'T START THE GORILLA WARFARE RANT AGAIN! I CAN'T STAND IT
by SexualAnonymous April 8, 2023
Get the What the fuck did you just say about me?mug. When a male asks for a sexual picture, he mostly adds the comment: “I’m just gonna watch.” Which is a lie, they are jerking off.
by mirlook March 5, 2024
Get the I’m just going to watchmug. Every day i imagine a future where i can be with you
in my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
the ink flows down into a dark puddle
just move your hand write the way into his heart
and in this world of infinite choices what will it take just to find that special day?
Have i found everybody a fun assignment to do today
when you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway!
when i cant even read my own feelings what good are words when a smile says it all
and if this world wont write me an ending,
what will it take just for me to have it all?
...
does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
is it love, if i take you or is it love if i set you free?
the ink flows down into a dark puddle,
how can i write love into reality?
and in your reality
if i don't know how to love you...
...I'll leave you be~
in my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
the ink flows down into a dark puddle
just move your hand write the way into his heart
and in this world of infinite choices what will it take just to find that special day?
Have i found everybody a fun assignment to do today
when you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway!
when i cant even read my own feelings what good are words when a smile says it all
and if this world wont write me an ending,
what will it take just for me to have it all?
...
does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
is it love, if i take you or is it love if i set you free?
the ink flows down into a dark puddle,
how can i write love into reality?
and in your reality
if i don't know how to love you...
...I'll leave you be~
by ~Monika January 13, 2022
Get the Just Monikamug. by DefinitionsDefinitions June 25, 2022
Get the Just Fuck Memug.