In the hush of longing’s gentle tide,
A love unspoken will not hide.
Eyes that linger, hands that yearn,
Hearts that wait for love’s return.
Not in words, but in a glance,
A silent wish a fleeting chance.
For love that waits, yet goes unknown,
In quiet whispers, it has grown.
The Story
On the eve of Valentine’s Day, the town was draped in a soft glow, as if the stars themselves had come down to kiss the earth. The air was thick with the promise of love, of whispered confessions and long-awaited embraces, but there was one soul who lingered on the edge of it all, watching from afar.
Mkeh had always been the quiet one, the one who listened more than he spoke. His heart, a well of deep affection, beat for a love that had never left his chest but had always remained unspoken. He had watched Jaes from the shadows for what felt like a lifetime. Her laughter was the melody his heart danced to, and her presence, the warm sunlight that could melt away even his deepest worries. But every glance he sent her way remained a silent prayer, a wish too afraid to be spoken.
Jaes, on the other hand, lived her life wrapped in the embrace of her own dreams. She didn’t notice how Mkeh’s eyes would linger just a moment too long or how his smile held an ache that only she could see, even if she never acknowledged it. To her, love was something she had yet to find. But deep within, she had always felt the pull, like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to her, yet called her closer.
Valentine’s Day arrived, and the town was alive with the spark of romance. Couples walked hand-in-hand, hearts intertwined, but Mkeh’s heart beat for only one. He sat alone at the café, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup, wondering if he would ever be brave enough to tell her.
Then, Jaes entered.
Her eyes, sparkling like stars, scanned the room, and when they met his, time seemed to stand still. In that moment, Mkeh felt the weight of every unspoken word between them, every unshared moment of longing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stood, almost instinctively, as though the years of hesitation had been stripped away by the sheer force of her presence.
She smiled, and it was a smile that could light up the darkest corners of his soul. Jaes walked toward him, her steps slow but purposeful. She paused, her fingers brushing against his hand for the briefest of moments, and in that touch, Mkeh felt everything he had been holding inside. All the love he had never spoken, all the words he had never dared say, were alive in that touch.
“Jaes,” he whispered, his voice shaky but sincere. “I—”
She interrupted him with a gentle laugh, but not one of dismissal. It was a laugh filled with understanding, as if she had always known.
“You don’t have to say it, Mkeh,” she said softly. “I’ve always known.”
His heart thudded in his chest as he gazed into her eyes. For the first time, his silence no longer felt like a barrier. Her eyes spoke the language his heart had always known. She had been listening, too, to the whispers he had been too afraid to utter.
“Valentine’s Day is a day for love to be confessed,” Jaes continued, her smile a reflection of the love she had kept hidden as well. “But sometimes, love doesn’t need words. Sometimes, it’s enough to just be”.
The weight that had burdened Mkeh’s chest lifted, and for the first time, he felt seen truly seen, not just by the woman before him, but by the love that had quietly existed between them all along.
Jaes took his hand, and in that simple act, Mkeh knew that the love they had both been carrying, silently and patiently, was now free. They didn’t need a grand confession or a declaration of devotion. All they needed was the quiet understanding of two hearts that had always been in tune.
And as they walked into the soft glow of the evening, with the moon above them, they shared a love that had never been unspoken, only waiting for the right moment to bloom.
In the silence of their hearts, they had always known.
Reflection: The Language of Unspoken Love
Not all love stories are told in grand gestures or bold declarations. Sometimes, love lives in the quiet moments, the lingering glance, the gentle touch, the silent understanding between two souls who have always belonged to each other.
We often think that love must be spoken, that it must be written in words for it to be real. But what if the most profound love is the one that doesn’t need to be said at all? What if it’s in the way someone remembers how you take your coffee, or the way their presence feels like home even in silence?
This Valentine’s Day, perhaps we can embrace the idea that love is not always in the words we say, but in the way we make others feel. Sometimes, the deepest love is found in the spaces between words.
A Call to You: Share Your Own Love Story
Have you ever experienced a love that went unspoken, yet felt more real than words could ever capture? Do you believe that love can exist in silence?
I’d love to hear your thoughts! Share your own story in the comments below, or write a poem inspired by this tale. Let’s celebrate love in all its forms; spoken and unspoken alike.
