My Life Journey With Him :)

I am still here, still loving, still caring — though you'll never see it. It's the kind of love that doesn't scream, doesn't demand to be noticed. It's the quiet kind, the kind that lingers even after I've been told I'm not enough, the kind that stays even when I'm meant to walk away. I love you in the spaces you don't look, in the moments where you never think of me. I still love you, even in the silence.

I watch from a distance, because that's all I can do. From the corners of your world, I see your joy, your pain, the things you hide and the things you show. I care, I always have. I wish I could be the one to share in your happiness, to shoulder your burdens, but somehow, I am the one left watching, wishing. I'm still there, still keeping a part of you in my heart, though you may have already forgotten about me.

It's strange, this kind of love. It doesn't need to be reciprocated to exist. It doesn't demand anything. It is the kind of love that remains even when it's unspoken, even when it's never returned in the way I hope. I give it all, quietly, as if the silence itself is the offering. I don't need to hear the words; I don't need the gestures. I just need to be close, even if it's from far away. Even if it's only in my heart.

But sometimes, the silence becomes too heavy. The watching, the waiting — it all becomes too much. I love you still, but I can't keep doing this, not in the way it hurts. Sometimes, the love you give in silence is the hardest kind to keep. Because no matter how much you give, you realize there's a point when silence becomes a barrier, a wall that keeps you from truly living, from truly being.

So I stay silent. I still care. I still love. I still watch from afar. But I wonder, silently, if you ever notice that I am still here — still loving, still waiting, still hoping, all in silence.