When Words Fail, Again
After so many days apart, we found ourselves sitting together once more. It felt like time had paused — like everything around us had slowed to let me try, one last time, to say what my heart had held for so long. But even today, I lost. The words would not come. My hands trembled, my voice refused to rise, my mind screamed to speak but my mouth would not obey. It was as if the universe had stitched my lips shut just when I needed them most. And so I sat there, silent, helpless, watching the chance slip through my fingers once again. She was there, right in front of me, as gentle and familiar as ever. And I was there too — the same person, with the same feelings, with the same fear. My heart raced, beating wild inside my chest, but my courage fell apart the moment I met her eyes. All the plans, all the things I had promised myself I would say, crumbled to dust. I lost again. I lost to my own hesitation, my own doubt, my own fear. Maybe some part of me still believes...
