The desire to warm your heart is overwhelming, the hope to make you smile is strong. If only I could say many words to your deep eyes to make you hold my future in your hands. I am weak, I am not worthy, which is why you shall remain my secret.
I will hold you in my palm, I will carry you in my pocket, I will keep you close to my heart and far from my lips, for all you deserve is miles away from my reach. Someday, I will be good enough, but that day will be too late, as you will only be a whisper in my shadow.
So, my dearest secret, how shall we continue? Stolen glances, heart beats shared, omniscient and insecure as I am, I can't help but walk two steps behind you, to memories the smell of you, your smile, your laugh, preparing for the day that you will be just a mere faint memory for me. These easy times are difficult for me, as always, but I will fight through the tight squeeze that is placed around my heart, I will be there for as long as you see fit to keep me there, but I will always remain aware that I am not going to be the reason that you stay.
And it is for that reason alone, that you are my secret. The deepest secret of my heart.
Yours,
Whisper.
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