˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I listened to you talk, about the things you loved more, watched as your eyes lit up, never saying what it tore. I held the silence close, each word a quiet pain, you spoke of dreams and passions, and I never did complain. But in the hush of nights, I wondered what was left, if love was just a whisper, or if I was love’s theft. So, I listened, and I waited, for a day that never came, when you’d turn and speak of me, and finally say my name.