The sky darkened on that fateful day, mirroring the storm within me. I cried that day, and you never knew. The tears flowed silently, like a river hidden beneath the ice. You were always oblivious to the turmoil churning inside my head, your eyes blissfully unaware of the tempest that raged within.

I had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that you would see me, truly see me. But it seemed as if you counted on my steadfast heart instead, knowing I would always be true. My loyalty was my prison, a chain that bound me to your side, even as my soul wept in the darkness.

You walked through life with a smile, untouched by the shadows that haunted my every step. And I, ever the silent guardian, watched from afar, my heart breaking with each unspoken word. The weight of my unacknowledged pain grew heavier with each passing day, a burden that only I could carry.

In the quiet moments, when the world fell away, I would steal glances at you, my gaze lingering on the person I had come to love. But love, it seemed, was not enough to bridge the chasm that lay between us. My tears fell like rain, each drop a testament to the sorrow that consumed me.

And so, I remained, a silent sentinel in the night, my heart forever true to you. For in the end, my love was both my greatest strength and my deepest wound, a paradox that would forever bind me to you.

Yet, as the days turned into years, I found solace in the knowledge that my love was real, even if it went unseen. The tears I shed were a testament to the depth of my emotions, and though you never knew, they were the purest expression of my heart.

©️ Beatriz Esmer