A touch of love

There was a time

when their laughter

knew the same roads,

when silence between them

felt warm like sunlight

resting on old wooden floors.

They were only friends,

or so they believed,

hiding little storms

inside ordinary conversations.

Years passed softly.

Life scattered them

through crowded days and distant nights,

yet somewhere beneath it all,

their hearts kept returning

to the same unfinished place.

And then one evening,

truth arrived trembling—

not loud, not grand,

just two souls finally admitting

what love had whispered for years.

For a moment

the world bloomed.

Every memory wore gold.

Every word carried wings.

But love is delicate

when wrapped in confusion.

A misunderstanding,

a fear neither could explain,

grew like fog between them.

The boy, unable to hold

the weight of lies told

closed every door quietly.

And the girl remained

with echoes of him—

with songs that still sounded like home,

with conversations replaying at midnight,

with the ache of a love

that arrived too late

and vanished too soon.

Yet somewhere beyond hurt,

beyond silence and pride,

their love still lingers

like fingertips brushing in memory—

brief, tender, eternal.

A touch of love

that once awakened two hearts,

and never truly left them.