I Loved You Once In Silence Novels & Stories

Then she began to pray. She wanted so badly to talk to Josh. But somehow he was swallowed by the earth. She said a short prayer for him too, and then got up because she heard Hannah. When she opened the door she beamed at her friend. "He kissed me!" She screamed and hugged her friend. "It was so nice, so ..." She sighed. "Oh, I think I'm in love." "And you're only now noticing that?" Alissa laughed. “I could have told you that a few days ago. The way you two always stare at each other! "

"You don't have to promise me forever tonight." "I'm not asking you to." "You don't have to kiss me again." "I won't." "You don't even have to say you love me." Nate's throat tightened. "But don't tell me that I don't know what I feel." Max took a breath. "I'm in love with you." "You know it." "I know it." "And eventually..." His eyes held Nate's. "You're going to accept it." Nate stared at him. "You sound very sure of yourself."

Grant me the courage to believe again, To embrace you beyond all the lies. Yvo stood silently, mesmerized. He had never imagined that Sean’s voice would be so warm, so full of raw emotion. It was a side of him that few probably knew existed. The gentle timbre of his singing made Yvo feel drowsy all over again, like the song itself was coaxing him back to sleep.

I love them all. Now, let's give Eleanor a minute silence

Her first note was soft, almost fragile. 🎵 “Love is a road, I walked it alone, Calling your name through the silence.” 🎵 The hall slowly grew quiet. People who had been chatting stopped without noticing. Gina’s voice was not loud, but it was warm. It carried a sadness that felt close to the heart. She did not sing to impress. She sang as if she were remembering. 🎵 “I held your hand when the night was cold, But dawn came, and you were gone.” 🎵

And between us, in the space of breath and silence, I whispered: “You’re already so loved, little one.”

It felt like space. He opened his notes app, just to write one last thing not for her, not for anyone, but for himself. [Draft — Not Posted] There’s a version of love that never turns bitter. The kind that ends quietly, leaving behind echoes instead of scars. I think that’s what we had. Not perfect. Not easy. But real. I hope she knows that her silence said more than any reply could. That I heard it and it sounded a lot like peace. — K.

When i am listening to the tune of your voice plucking the strings of my heart and all i can breathe is you. I like that comfortable quiet that sneaks in upon us in a murmur of solace, that quiet that requires two to make. That is my favourite kind silence. I found that silences talk, and that they are loud, and opinionated. I learnt that silences say more than words ever speak I learnt that we never hear them sing, 'cause we just don't listen—Amanda.

And somewhere across the city across countries I knew he was still listening to the silence I left behind, the silence that spoke volumes about the love we had lost, the future that would never be. "FUCK YOU!!!!!" I screamed.

I said. Silence. I turned on my side and looked at her back and said "I love you, i know you don't want to hear it but I do. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone and this silence is killing me." She did not move or speak or acknowledge that she heard me at all so I turned back around and closed my eyes. Sleep would not come because my mind would not stop thinking about how I was losing her and there was nothing I could do to stop it.