Some people, once you meet them, stay with you for a lifetime.
Some feelings, once they begin, can never be taken back.
I once believed a secret crush was a silent solo performance.
Only later did I understand that true devotion is hidden in the years: it says nothing, asks nothing, and never intrudes, yet it never lets go.
The most moving love in this world isn’t loud and passionate, nor is it made of grand vows.
It’s weathering half a lifetime of storms, then looking back to find that you’re still in my heart.
With words as my lamp and deep affection as my path,
I write of the gentlest, most restrained, and most enduring feelings in all the years gone by.
Delicate brushstrokes: true and realistic literary meaning