Your Words Have I Hidden In My Heart Novels & Stories

It was in these quiet moments that she allowed her heart to speak the truths she dared not voice aloud. She said, “Orien. Your name lingered on my lips like a prayer, a secret I kept hidden from the world. I watched you, enamored by your kindness, your gentle spirit that drew me closer like a moth to a flame. But my affection for you was a forbidden garden, my emotions a tapestry of unspoken words and silent yearning. From the first moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection with you that transcended mere friendship. Your laughter, your compassion, everything about you left an indelible mark on my heart. Yet, my feelings for you remained buried, concealed beneath a facade of camaraderie.

I thought that I have emptied my heart of your love, I just realised that I'd just been pretending to have done that all this while. All Hearts !

My heart felt like stop beating and fell into a void. What I was hiding had brought to light.

I just. I asked him, “You just what?” He had this look on his face. I hit his chest harshly and I asked, “What is it that you are hiding from me?” I yelled at him. He held my fist and placed them to his chest area, he said softly and sweetly,” My heart beats for you and only you.” He unfolded my palms and put them under his shirt and said,” Listen to my heart pound for you.” I could feel it hitting against my palms, conveying words. I could feel its warmth. I looked to his eyes and whispered lovingly, “Just tell me.”

About the words I’d written, the truths I’d hidden, the love I’d buried. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. “Was it real?” he repeated, softer this time, but heavier. And I couldn’t breathe.

"I'm in love with you, Logan," the words hung in the air, heavy and pregnant with unspoken emotions. I had bared my heart, revealing a truth that had been concealed within the deepest recesses of my soul. It was a secret that I had held onto for so long, a sentiment that had quietly blossomed over time, and now it lay exposed in the open. The weight of those words seemed to hang in the room, the atmosphere thick with tension. I couldn't tear my gaze away from Logan, who remained silent, his eyes locked on mine. In that moment, his lack of response felt like an eternity, an unbearable silence that amplified my vulnerability.

"It's a compliment, Élianor, it's a compliment, I'm not telling you this to please you, I'm not telling you this so you'll thank me, I'm telling you this because it's the truth, because I think it, because I see it, because I feel it, since I met you, since I loved you, since you left, since I searched, since I found, since I wait, since I hope, since I believe, since I love, you have a heart, Élianor, you have a heart, you have always had a heart, even when you pretended not to have one, even when you hid behind your mask of ice, even when you fled, even when you were afraid, even when you doubted, even when you hid, even when you forgot yourself, even when you forgot everything that matter

“It was your heart which was stained black.” “Black…” I smiled emptily, putting my hand over my chest, not looking at her. “You are right. It’s black. That’s why no one could understand the silenced words- not even you.” I said. “Because they are not silenced but rather buried in your heart.” “Then dig it out… please.” I looked at her, sniffling, my voice hoarse. Tears brimmed in my eyes, looking at hers and shining like a crystal. “Behold the fiery fire.” I whispered breathlessly, managing to keep my emotions at bay.

It was as though a hidden door within my heart swung open, revealing a truth I hadn't dared to acknowledge even to myself. A soft tremor coursed through my being, an undeniable recognition that the words I had spoken held a depth beyond mere friendship. How had I not seen it before? How had my heart whispered its secrets without my conscious consent? "I..." I began, my voice a fragile thread in the silence that enveloped us.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, I wrote all these words for you. Just these words, nothing less, nothing more. Just these words on these papers, Never said out loud, never to reach your ears. I wrote them down because I need you to understand something. Everyone else can read it and they won't know a single thing. Because I only meant these words for you. Just these words. Just here. Just you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *