I traced the outlines of your porcelain skin with my eyes, studied every delicate curve of your fragile body: your slightly open cherub lips, your soft flowing hair the colour of spun gold, your deep ocean eyes. “Truly breathtaking” I whispered. You replied asking what I had said. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud and now my cheeks were a fiery scarlet red. “Oh nothing..” I replied.

I had loved you for a long time, and I was sure that you knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to say those precious words to you.