A Quiet Love Confession ❤️

What I Felt 

Life is today. And if one day I have to leave, I don’t want to leave carrying the regret of never telling her how I feel.

This is about a girl.
I’ve always been more of an IRL person, but I can’t stop thinking about her, even if I personally don't know her IRL...And it’s been years now — several years since I first "met" or crossed paths with her. I won’t say who she is, because and I like to keep things private. But she did captivate me. Deeply. And I know she will read this, someday.

We talk from time to time. We live in different time zones. She speaks some English, and I speak very little of her language. I won’t give more details. What matters is this: life is happening now, and I don’t want to keep living in the future or the “what ifs.” I don’t want to keep this inside me anymore, and I’ve been thinking about how to tell her.

I don’t want to be just another person in her DMs — I know I’m not that type of person. The truth is, I’ve been thinking about her for so long that I’ve avoided IRL relationships, because it would feel dishonest to me, to be with someone while my thoughts are always somewhere else… with her. Maybe it sounds crazy. I know it might. Maybe I am. I’ve never felt this way before, and never, ever, for someone I haven’t met face to face.

Still, we don’t know what tomorrow brings, and that’s exactly why I’ve decided to be honest about what I feel.

I started learning her language. I’ve been reading about her culture and how things work where she’s from. I’m still at the beginning, and she knows it. I love her laugh when she notices me trying to speak her language. She’s charismatic, sweet, and she makes the effort to talk to me. When she greets me, she does it with a big smile — and that’s something you can feel, no matter the language nor the distance.

Since our very first contact years ago, I’ve gotten to know her little by little, slowly, at a turtle’s pace. I never thought I’d feel this way. But here I am. And I don’t want to keep it to myself anymore.

What I Feared 

Maybe this is what it means to be human — to feel something quietly grow..
across distance, time zones, and imperfect conversations.

I don’t know where this will lead. I don’t know if these feelings will be returned, misunderstood, or gently set aside. What I do know is that carrying them in silence has started to feel heavier than the risk of letting them exist out loud.

There is something strange and beautiful about caring for someone you’ve never stood next to, yet somehow recognize. About learning a language not just for words, but for the chance to understand a laugh, a pause, a way of saying hello. About realizing that connection doesn’t always ask for proximity.

This isn’t a demand or an expectation. It’s not a grand gesture meant to impress. It’s simply truth, offered with respect. A feeling that grew slowly, patiently, without permission, and stayed.

If nothing comes of this, at least it will have been real. At least, I chose honesty over silence, presence over fear, today over someday.

What I Choose

Maybe this isn’t an ending at all
maybe it’s just the moment where silence gets tired of existing inside me. A step forward into something unknown, without expectations, without pressure… just honesty.

I keep reminding myself, in a universe this vast, our lives are brief and fragile. We cross paths
in ways that don’t always make sense, and maybe the only real ownership I have is over my actions — the choice to speak while I still can.

And then I ask myself
what am I really afraid of?
Not rejection, not distance… but the idea of staying quiet and wondering forever what might have happened if I had just been real.

So I sit with that thought. I tell myself that outcomes are not mine to control.
My only responsibility is sincerity — to show up honestly, to let my feelings exist outside my own mind, and to accept whatever answer the universe gives back.

Another voice in me tells me that this is growth — Because I’m learning that bravery sometimes looks quiet, imperfect, and deeply human.

And when I look at it from far away — from that cosmic distance I always think about — this moment feels small, but also incredibly alive. A tiny human, with feels and emotions, as enormous as the whole universe.

So no… this is not a final chapter. It’s a beginning.
A conversation that starts first within myself
and maybe, just maybe, continues beyond me… 

2 Fragments

Because maybe this has always been more than distance or coincidence — maybe it’s simply two fragments of the same vast universe recognizing each other for a moment, exchanging energy, curiosity, and something that slowly became love. A confession not only to her… but to the universe itself and to me
to the part of me that finally chose honesty over silence.

If we are the universe experiencing itself
then this courage is the universe learning to care
through her eyes and through mine.

Not a promise of an ending, not a demand for a future… just two human beings meeting in the present, allowing something real to exist between them.

_MSR