Last few times ago, I wrote of the girl who felt unnoticed, a silent observer of life’s grand tapestry. But what if her invisibility was merely a veil, concealing a deeper truth? That is it was a mutual attraction or another birthed from pity. Perhaps it was not pity, but a mutual attraction, a hidden harmony waiting to be revealed.
In the realm of intellect and beauty that resides in their appearance and personality, she has found acceptance, a sense of belonging that nurtures her soul. As now, at the back of her dream, once a distant fantasy, has evolved into reality, its beauty and wonder now tangible and real.
She recalls the moments they shared, his calm demeanor a gentle breeze that soothed her soul. She thought him indifferent, but recently, his words spoke volumes of a caring heart. A smile, once a rare gift, now blooms like a flower, nourished by his kindness.
As she sits in the quiet of the night in a lighted open hall, surrounded by the gentle hum of scanty strangers, she chuckles to herself, a soft, sweet melody, as she pen down heartily. Memories of their moments together dance in her mind, a whimsical waltz of what-ifs and maybes. A butterfly stirs in her tummy, its gentle flutter a reminder of the joy he brings, as she reminisces about the smile they shared, and the warmth of his words.
Is this the threshold of a new chapter, a chance to embrace the beauty of love’s uncertainty? Or is it a fleeting whisper, a momentary reprieve from the ache of loneliness? Whatever the answer, she feels accepted, seen, and heard.
In this fragile, beautiful moment, she finds solace, a sense of peace that eludes definition. It is a feeling that whispers, ‘You are not alone, your heart is not invisible.’