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About the Love I Never Announced
We often hide the deepest love inside us — not because it isn’t real, but because it is.
Sometimes I wonder, as I sit in the silence of the evening, is this the life I used to kick my mother’s womb for?
I used to think life would be clearer. More just. Perhaps more romantic. I used to think everything would happen like in the movies: we grow up, we fall in love, we find someone who resembles us, and we move confidently toward a great meaning called “happiness.” But I grew up a little and discovered that life does not come arranged; it comes like short, incomplete messages. We understand half of them and postpone the other half.
With time, I learned that honesty is not merely telling the truth, but that your words match your actions. But what is right… is deeper than that. What is right is that your actions match your conscience, even if no one applauds you. I have seen many who master words, and only a few who sleep at peace. Perhaps because the conscience is not easily deceived, even if we deceive the whole world.
Many faces passed through my life. Some loved me in their own way, and some passed like a light breeze. But those who touched my heart did something very simple: they noticed my small details. My awkwardness when I get nervous. My silence when I am sad. The way I move my hand while explaining…
