Short Story: A Love That Lived in Silence
This story is shaped by hope, by truth, and by a quiet yearning for what might have been. It drifts from a reality I once held close, a life I wished into existence, now living only in the gentle haze of dreams. This year, I found sanctuary in writing — where words breathe, where time slows, and where the weight of living loosens its hold. In these stories, I scatter pieces of myself: the echoes of who I was, the tenderness of who I am, and the fragile, luminous possibilities of who I might become. A Love That Lived in Silence "They met the way many quiet stories begin, by accident and routine. Same office Building. Same coffee machine that always jammed at 9:12. He noticed her first because she laughed at things other people missed. She noticed him later, because he listened like it mattered. Soon they were eating lunch together, trading headphones, finishing each other’s sentences with alarming ease. They liked the same books, the same sad songs, the same late-night drives wit...
