When She Dared Me to Say "I Love You"

I wish I had told her

when she dared me to say,

"I Love You," just once.

Maybe the weight inside my heart

would have become lighter.

Then I could have lived

the rest of my life in peace,

and one day accepted death

without regret,

because I had spoken

what my heart truly felt.

Some people express love

through beautiful words.

I wanted my actions

to speak for me.

But my actions could not carry

all the love hidden inside my heart.

One look from her eyes

felt like a warm spring after a long winter.

My love was never about big promises

or grand gifts.

It was like nature, quiet, simple,

and always there.

I loved her truly.

I wished her eyes would become

the place where my tired soul

could finally rest.

I wished she would see not only my smile,

but also my scars, my silence,

and my flaws, and still choose to stay.

That kind of love

would feel like home,

where even the smallest moments

become memories that never fade.

And when she dared me

to say those words,

I only wish I had looked into her eyes

and whispered,

"I Love You."

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind