Unspoken Love
She was a journalist, he was a photographer. They met on a flight to Paris, where they were both assigned to cover the same story. They felt an instant connection, but they also had a professional rivalry. They competed for the best interviews, the best shots, the best angles. They challenged each other, teased each other, flirted with each other. They spent long nights working together, walking the streets of Paris, sharing their dreams and fears. They fell in love, but they didn't admit it. They were afraid of losing their edge, their independence, their identity.
They finished their assignment and returned to their separate lives. They kept in touch, but they also kept their distance. They missed each other, but they didn't say it. They wanted to be together, but they didn't know how. They were afraid of losing their jobs, their friends, their freedom.
They went on with their lives, but they never forgot each other. They dated other people, but they never felt the same. They traveled to other places, but they never felt at home. They wrote to each other, but they never said what they really felt. They were afraid of losing their chance, their hope, their love.
They met again, years later, at a reunion of their colleagues. They saw each other across the room, and they felt the same spark. They smiled, they hugged, they talked. They caught up on their lives, their work, their achievements. They congratulated each other, complimented each other, admired each other. They felt the same attraction, the same chemistry, the same longing. They realized they still loved each other, but they didn't say it. They were afraid of losing their pride, their dignity, their courage.
They parted ways, again, with a promise to keep in touch. They exchanged phone numbers, email addresses, social media handles. They said goodbye, but they didn't say what they really wanted to say. They looked into each other's eyes, but they didn't see what they really needed to see. They were afraid of losing their time, their opportunity, their destiny.
They never saw each other again.
They finished their assignment and returned to their separate lives. They kept in touch, but they also kept their distance. They missed each other, but they didn't say it. They wanted to be together, but they didn't know how. They were afraid of losing their jobs, their friends, their freedom.
They went on with their lives, but they never forgot each other. They dated other people, but they never felt the same. They traveled to other places, but they never felt at home. They wrote to each other, but they never said what they really felt. They were afraid of losing their chance, their hope, their love.
They met again, years later, at a reunion of their colleagues. They saw each other across the room, and they felt the same spark. They smiled, they hugged, they talked. They caught up on their lives, their work, their achievements. They congratulated each other, complimented each other, admired each other. They felt the same attraction, the same chemistry, the same longing. They realized they still loved each other, but they didn't say it. They were afraid of losing their pride, their dignity, their courage.
They parted ways, again, with a promise to keep in touch. They exchanged phone numbers, email addresses, social media handles. They said goodbye, but they didn't say what they really wanted to say. They looked into each other's eyes, but they didn't see what they really needed to see. They were afraid of losing their time, their opportunity, their destiny.
They never saw each other again.
1 year ago