The Hole In My Soul

The Book Of Unknown Love

After returning home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the time I’d spent with Ethan. I tried to convince myself it was nothing — just a casual conversation, a walk, a harmless smile. Maybe I could date him, I thought. Not because I was in love, but because there was no one else, and somewhere deep down, I still dreamt of getting married and having a happy life with my parents’ blessings.

But then, I reminded myself — I didn’t even know this guy properly. I had no idea about his intentions, and the last thing I needed was to overthink something so trivial.

Except, my own words betrayed me.

That night, as I opened my diary, the pen moved faster than my thoughts, and before I realised it, I had written:

"Maybe it’s a new path,

but deep down,

I want to walk down the aisle with you."

I stared at those lines, shocked.

Why was I even thinking like this?

I didn’t like him… did I?

Or was it just the loneliness speaking?

The next morning, with a mind cluttered by unanswered questions, I made my way to college. As I reached the gate, I saw Ethan waiting for me — a small, almost nervous smile playing on his lips. He didn’t say a word. No greetings. No casual ‘hi.’

He simply held out a book towards me.

Letters to an Unknown Love by Meera Solis.

Before I could react, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

I looked down at the book in my hands. The title alone made my heart ache in a strange, unfamiliar way.

Curious, I flipped it open to a random page and found this:

"I did not look for you in the crowd,

but the moment our eyes met,

the noise faded,

and it was as though my heart remembered a name

I had never learned."

I read those words again and again, and each time they sounded more like a confession, a silent whisper meant just for me.

And just like that — I fell in love.

Not with Ethan.

Not yet.

But with those words. With the idea of being someone’s unspoken poetry.

Somewhere in my heart, I felt… maybe these were Ethan’s feelings for me.

Maybe, without saying a word, he had told me everything.

I skipped my class that day.

I needed space.

I needed silence.

I walked to the garden behind the college building, where the old tree stood like a patient friend. The place I always went when I needed to escape.

I sat down under its shade, opened the book again, and read:

"Some hearts speak in silence,

and mine has been writing your name

in the air between us

long before my lips learned to say it."

I smiled without realising it.

Page after page, the book spoke to me in ways no one else ever had.

"Maybe it’s madness to miss someone

I’ve barely begun to know,

but there’s a part of me

that feels you were meant

to find me in this lifetime,

if only for a little while."

I closed my eyes and let the words settle into me like tiny pieces of light.

The wind brushed against my skin, carrying with it the faint scent of spring.

For the first time in a long time, my world felt softer.

I didn’t know what Ethan’s intentions were.

I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.

But in that moment, under the shelter of that old tree, with Letters to an Unknown Love in my lap and the words of Meera Solis cradling my heart — I allowed myself to dream.

Dream of being loved.

Of being someone’s poem.

And as the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of peach and lavender, I whispered to the wind,

"Maybe… just maybe."