🖤 The Love He Never Said ( PART 2)
The Love He Never Said
After everything ended, life slowly went back to normal. All the small moments, the laughter, the strange silence between us… it all faded into routine. I went back to my own world, focusing on my work, my days becoming predictable again, like nothing unusual had ever happened.
And maybe that’s how it was supposed to be.
Until something strange happened.
One day, I was randomly scrolling through YouTube, not really looking for anything, just passing time. That’s when I came across a video—one of those tarot reading videos that claim to tell you what’s happening in your life and what’s coming next. I don’t really believe in those things, not seriously at least… but sometimes I watch them just for fun.
So I clicked on it.
At first, it felt like any other video. General talks about who has crush on me .Things that could apply to anyone. But then, slowly, the focus shifted. The reader started talking about someone who had feelings for me… someone who never said it out loud.
I didn’t think much of it.
Until she started describing him.
She said there were three people… but one of them stood out. The first one. The one whose energy kept returning again and again. Someone who had felt deeply, but never expressed it.
his face came to my mind.
I paused for a second.
It still felt like coincidence.
But then she mentioned small things—his nature, his personality… the way he stayed quiet, observed more than he spoke. Someone who loved animals.Someone whose presence was calm, almost distant.his first letter name.
And without even trying… one
I shook it off. It felt unreal, almost stupid to connect something like this to real life. I told myself it was just a random video saying random things.
But still…
something about it stayed.
A thought I didn’t want to think.
A connection I didn’t want to make.
And then, after a few months…
we met again.
And that time…
something happend
I wish I could forget.
This time, we met for three days. Everyone was busy—constantly surrounded by people, work, conversations. I was busy, he was busy… and somehow, in all that chaos, we barely had any real moments alone. It felt like whatever quiet connection existed before had faded a little with time. Maybe distance had created a boundary between us.
But on the last day… something happened that I still can’t forget.
That morning, I had slept in another room because mine had been given to guests. When I woke up, I went back to my room. It was winter, the air was cold, and everyone was still wrapped in blankets, half-asleep.
There were five of us on the same bed. My brother was lying in the middle, and he was there too—sitting quietly in one corner, playing a game on his phone. I sat on the other side, still sleepy, trying to settle in. Two others were sitting near the foot of the bed, talking softly.
It was one of those slow, quiet mornings… where nothing really happens, yet everything feels noticeable.
Then, without saying much, he picked up a pillow and offered it to me… just to make me more comfortable.
It was such a small gesture.
But something about it didn’t feel small.
After that, we talked a little. Just normal talks , nothing serious. I even teased him lightly, saying that he keeps his phone locked all the time—like there must be someone or somthing special in his phone .
He didn’t react much.
Just a small smile… and gave me his phone;;;;; .
And somehow, that silence said more than any answer could have.
He told me that he had seen me in a dream.
Not just any dream…
but one where he was hurting me.
I didn’t know how to react. I just smiled awkwardly, trying to brush it off, but inside, it felt strange… like something wasn’t right. For a moment, my eyes shifted towards the small idol of Lord Krishna in the room, almost as if I was trying to ground myself.
And then… something happened that I still can’t fully explain.
Without saying anything, he slightly leaned forward, crossingis hands over my brother , but beneath the blanket , his hand touched my cold feet, as if he was trying to warm them or just ..
It was unexpected.
It caught me off guard.
Before I could even process it, my brother got a call and left the room. Suddenly, the space felt different. Quieter. More noticeable.
Now, he was sitting closer.
I didn’t know how to react.
I didn’t pull away immediately… but I wasn’t comfortable either.
So I did the only thing I could do—
I kept talking.
About random things. Songs. Dramas. Anything that could make the moment feel normal again.
But deep inside…
I knew it wasn’t normal.
He was sitting beside me, quietly playing his favorite songs. His hand was holding mine, not too tight, not too loose… just enough to make me aware of his presence.
But the silence wasn’t empty.
Each song he played felt… intentional. Like he was choosing words he couldn’t say. Every lyric carried a feeling, every line sounded like a confession hidden behind music.
I remember thinking—
Is this his way of saying something?
Because all those songs had one thing in common—love.
Not loud love.
Not dramatic love.
But the kind that stays unspoken… yet deeply felt.
And maybe I was overthinking.
Or maybe I wasn’t.
rough moments instead of promises.
And even now, when I hear those songs again,
I don’t just hear music…
I hear everything he never said.
and somthing i still wonder...
was it him- or just the taro reader's word echoing
through a movement what I want to belivw in?
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