Between Sheets and SilenceUpdated at Jul 18, 2025, 19:38
They don't speak about what they are.
They don't hold hands in daylight.
They don't exist outside the quiet.
But in the silence, there are stolen glances.
In the dark, there are touches that remember.
In the stillness, something stirs-something real, but never allowed.
She wasn't looking for anything.
But somehow, she became the exception.
Not the choice. Not the ending.
Just... the secret.
How do you let go of someone
who was never yours,
but made you feel like you were the only one?