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Unspoken Feelings: A Friend's Silent Love
Issue #2 | January 2020
Ever found yourself balancing unspoken love with cherished friendship? Discover a heartfelt story about silent affection, personal struggle, and the true lesson of letting go.
In this edition, I want to share a heartfelt story of unspoken affection—of friendship, love, and the quiet emotions we sometimes choose to keep to ourselves. If you've ever found yourself in the delicate balance of loving a friend and being unsure whether to speak or remain silent, this one’s for you.
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To preserve what we have, we must weigh our desires against the value of the bond we cherish, recognizing that sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting go.
Navigating the Fine Line: Friendship vs. Unspoken Feelings
Friendship is often seen as a straightforward relationship filled with shared experiences and mutual support. However, as we get to know someone on a deeper level, our understanding of friendship evolves. We discover more about each other’s likes, dislikes, and personal struggles. This deeper connection is what truly defines the value of friendship.
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When Friendship Turns to Love: A Personal Reflection
In a quiet corner of the street I often walk down, I reflected on how you once thought we were nothing more than friends. Back then, I never imagined we would get to know each other so deeply. Until the day we learned each other's likes and dislikes, and I realized the true value of our friendship.
We built trust in each other. The simple "how are you" that turned into meaningful conversations, the times we shared joy and sorrow, the promises to support each other. Whenever I was cold, you gave me your jacket; when I was sick, you became a healer, striving to make me well.
But then, a time came when I couldn't hold it in anymore. There were days when I couldn’t hide what I felt. I don’t know how to tell you, but I can’t keep it from you any longer. I like you. I wish you knew that what I feel is more than just friendship.
I worry if it’s wrong to like you, especially if you might get upset or simply not care. Maybe you don’t even know or you’re just insensitive. I don’t want to tell you how I feel, fearing it might affect our friendship. Above all, I don’t want to ruin what we have because of these feelings.
I try to preserve our friendship even though it’s hard for me to pretend everything is okay. I thought about distancing myself, about not joining the group anymore, because I’m scared. Scared that I might fall for you any moment now.
I don’t know if it’s okay with you if I love you, or if, in reality, you can’t reciprocate. I know that all you can offer is friendship. But even so, you know that I’ve been happy during the times I was with you, being the reason for my smiles.
Now, I admit I like you, and because of this, I’m hurting. It hurts to think you’ve replaced me with someone else, that you no longer care for me, that I’m no longer the reason for your laughter.
I don’t want to seem bitter, so I try to be happy for you. I’m happy even though I’m hurting, happy even though you’re with someone else. I’ll try not to let it affect me, so now, things are somewhat okay between us.
I’m sorry if I can’t fight for my feelings for you. I’m scared that if I do, I’ll be the only one fighting. Now, I’ve learned to move on, even though it’s painful.
I hope you won’t use me as a fallback, because it’s hard to gamble if you already know you’ll lose in the end.
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When I was a kid, I showed an interest in writing, and my parents were delighted by my childish stories and penchant for fantasies. Slowly, the “more important aspects of school” began to take over my life, and I got so lost in the chemical symbols of different elements and the trajectory of projectiles that I forgot the island nation where my warrior self resided and the ferocious tiger that was my companion. The short stories of defeating the treacherous monsters of the bog were replaced by learning about the different enzymes in the digestive tract, and the daydreams of finding a portal to other galaxies were left behind in favor of memorizing the dates of all major wars in history. Even English, the subject, provided no reprieve. So caught up in the perfection of the answers in return for marks were we that imagination had taken a big step back, even in the most imaginative of subjects.
Recently, I found myself with some free time. At a loss for how exactly to spend this abundance of time I suddenly had on my hands, I turned to the trusty old internet to help me find a hobby. Sad, right? Well, as imaginative as I once was, I find myself just as unimaginative now. Among the many suggestions, ranging from pottery to bookbinding and video editing to coding, I found a few articles about “blogging.” At first, I disregarded the idea, at a loss for what to write and utterly convinced I could never interest an audience. But then my mother told me something that I think is the very reason I am making this blog. She said, “Tusi, you don’t have to write for an audience. You can write for yourself. Take it as a… throwback. A throwback to the child you once were. The child who filled journals with handwritten stories.”
So, here I am, writing short stories and even shorter observations about what I see, hear, and feel. Well, excluding this blog, seeing as how what was supposed to be a short introduction has turned into me rambling about myself.
Anyways, I hope at least a few of you enjoy these amateurish pieces inspired by everything and nothing. If not, I hope at least the child I once was finds peace in these (web)pages.
Here’s to a new journey inspired by an old one. Here’s to the children we all once were.
