Expressing how you feel towards someone can come in many forms. Some put into words, some into song. Some say it with art, like poems and ballads. Other say it in the grandest way they can, by making presentations, airplane clouds, fireworks, so on and so forth, while some just say it simple and concise. These few who are not afraid to show their affection and adoration get saluted for their courage. They are applauded for their confidence and determination, just to get a message sent.
But what about those who are too scared to say it, or even try??
A poor few who can't utter their true feelings to those they hold most dear, or have a hard time doing so, are among us. They go on every day with a sigh, knowing it'll be another day that ends with them keeping what they have in their hearts hidden from the eyes and ears of those they love.
They get nervous, sometimes even sweaty. Their hearts race as if they're about to have a heart attack. They easily get tongue-tied, unable to utter anything of coherence. They sometimes get breathless, almost enough to make them faint. They get butterflies in their stomach, leaving them unwell and nauseated. They are often left frustrated by the fact that they can't say something they practiced all night. Even more frustrated when they see their intended beau the day after their failed attempt. They endure this over and over again. Some give up, some keep going.
You can say that they're unfortunate because they endure the abrasion of the fact that their feelings aren't known to those they are intended for, but for me, I salute them more. They go on each day, holding on to the hope that one day, things will go their way, and finally, they will be able to get across words so easy to pronounce but so hard to say with meaning. They take the full damage of the blow brought about by the uncertainty of the outcome they may face once they do succeed, surviving each day with a thorn to their side.
But one day, whatever the result of their efforts, they're a lot wiser than those who found love as if by magic. They learn to endure, accept, and apply things they have experienced as they went on a journey that fared to be the sharp end of the blooming rose. They are the few who were once silenced, but in the end, earn the right to shout out their rejoicing to high Heaven.
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