She liked him but couldn’t muster the courage to admit her feelings of him
Especially not to ‘the other’ whose heart smiled at the mention of his name
It started as an innocent hidden crush expressed to not a soul but her diary
One which found comfort within other secrets she entrusted within the pages of the book
But one whose importance ranked far less among other secrets held captive in her thoughts’ pages
It felt dismissed, almost forgotten except during her vulnerable moments of solitude
The times where her guards were lowered and her idle mind felt oblige to think of him
But how she underestimated the heart that beat independently within her
Who knew in a missed opportunity to express that feeling for him, he would be branded ‘untouchable’
Especially as she could not bare to become the mistress of ‘deception’ against the wish of a ‘dear one’.
By Daniella D.