"Through Unspoken Eyes"
I can’t quite explain it, but there’s something between us , something real, something dangerously close to love, though neither of us says it out loud. When her eyes find mine, it’s like the whole world fades away, and I feel everything in that moment. But when I try to hold that gaze, fear kicks in, and I glance away, unsure of what might happen if I linger. it feels like time dissolves, leaving only this fragile connection between us. Everything in me wants to stay in that moment, I try to speak. The words sit heavy on my tongue, desperate to escape, but something holds me back, she ache to hear it, hoping I’ll finally say it, I can feel her longing, as if she’s daring me to break the silence—but I don’t ,the silence never breaks. We linger in this strange, unspoken space where every glance is louder than words. Time bends around us, filled with the weight of what remains unsaid. The love is there—undeniable, raw, and restless—waiting for one of us to be brave enough to claim it. And yet, I wonder if love itself already exists between us, not in words but in the aching silence, in every glance and unspoken promise. Maybe love isn’t always something we declare; sometimes it’s just something we are. Quiet, infinite, and real, whether we speak it or not.