Your Words Have I Hidden In My Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Each word feels like a raw wound, exposing the scars I thought I had hidden away. "You’re right, Richie, this isn’t me. It’s my soul. It’s dark and empty, just like your love for me," I say, my voice trembling as more tears spill down my cheeks. I hadn’t intended to carry this burden today or think about everything that’s happened, but somehow, it all came flooding back, and it feels unbearable.

I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide. But I can't find one nearby. Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear. Isn't it lovely, all alone. Heart made of glass, my mind of stone. (I hope someday I can get out of here. Even if it takes all night or a hundred years. I need a place to hide. But I can't find one near. I want to feel alive, out there I can face my fear. Isn't it lovely, being alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone)

I lifted it slowly and again there was no name except mine on it so I started reading it. You made your way into my heart with such speed, I had no time to go over the fine print. But suddenly it all felt perfect in my life, And someone decided to mess it up. I said the final words of course, But try to ask yourself, Did it sound like the words that came from the soul? Or like someone tried to ruin it all? There will be another card coming your way I will reveal myself after that, But be prepared because this time, I am going to stay.

I was done hiding my light. **********

“Do you really think a secret like that could ever make my heart stop loving you? Nothing about you—no matter how hidden—could ever change what I feel.” His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, filling her with an unexpected sense of relief. It was as if, for the first time, the weight of her hidden life—the secret she had carried for so long—was no longer a burden. Lucas was telling her, in no uncertain terms, that none of it mattered to him. Her true self, the mermaid that she was, had no power over the love he felt for her.

His words cracked something inside me. “I don’t know how this is supposed to work,” I murmured. “I don’t know how to be with someone like this… openly, honestly. I have always had to hide parts of myself." I looked straight into his eyes, "And I do not want you to be my secret. When I have you, I want to have you in front of the world. I want to hold your hand, kiss you, hug you, claim you mine proudly." My eyes welled up at those words.

I stood for a while, transfixed because of her words. What's this girl? How could she just look at my paintings and guess the hidden message that even I had forgotten? A lyrics came to my mind then, a lyrics of a song that I don't remember the title or where I heard it from; I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes But it's home and I walk alone. My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Words that poured from my heart in the quiet moments after everything fell apart. Farewell My Love I can’t stay where your heart won’t go. I gave you my heart, no regret, Left every piece where your silence met. I tried to love the man you hide, But you locked the door and stayed inside. You were my home, my safest place, The world fell quiet when I saw your face. But love can't grow where walls won’t fall. I reached for you, you felt nothing at all. Farewell, my love. Farewell, my friend.

Using the washcloth, I gently washed her hands and face before placing her on the bed correctly. Tossing the rag in the clothes hamper, I removed my clothes, except for the pair of boxers I wore. Climbing into bed beside Hayden, I tucked one arm under her shoulders and pulled her toward me. Holding her in my arms, I inhaled deeply. Upon closing my eyes, I decided that from this day forward, I would love her the way she deserved to be loved. Hayden was the only person in this world I would ever show my heart to. I needed to start letting her in my heart openly.

Sophia had a theory. That the heart could misinterpret kindness as something more. Like how, when Daniel said, “You don’t have to hide,” she replayed it in her head for three days straight like it was a love confession instead of just a kind thing someone says to their best friend’s sister. She told herself not to read into it. Really, she did. But then he’d smiled at her — that slow, soft smile of his — and said, “You okay?” again, like he actually cared.