Whispers of love

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Everyday to school, we went holding hands side by side.

Everyday you walked me home and stayed glued at my door, reluctant to let me go.

Every night I squealed in my bed, thinking of the ways you held my hand, hugged me or stole a kiss whenever you found a chance.

Every night my squeals subdued for a reason that never ceased to stop the frown adorning my face.

You never proposed me. Never named our relationship.

And my eyes would go to the window looking at the lone moon who was longing for her partner likewise I.

Little did I know the moon was trying to say something to me.

Whispering all those 'I love you's that you asked her to convey to me.

That you were afraid to say to me.