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 05, 2025
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