Heart’s Whisper: The Fear and Wonder of New Love

“To feel this much is not weakness. It is devotion.” —Elowen

If you could peer into my heart, you’d see the depth of my feelings for you— the thoughts that swirl around you like a gentle current. But I hold back, fearful that my words might fracture the delicate dance we’ve begun.

You’ve awakened sensations in me, dormant since childhood— feelings I doubted I’d ever experience again. It’s this vulnerability, the exposure to your perceptions, that leaves me trembling.

I’m caught in a whirlwind of emotion, questioning whether our hearts beat to the same rhythm or if my confession will send you fleeing. It’s a puzzle, this feeling—erratic, fresh, and utterly bewildering. It makes me question the very essence of love. Is this what it feels like? Is this the elusive emotion poets and dreamers speak of?

Elowen once said love is not a promise—it’s a presence. And presence is the bravest thing we offer.

The possibility of this feeling morphing or vanishing is what truly terrifies me. My silence could be misconstrued as indifference, but please know this is far from a game. This is the rawest, most sincere emotion I’ve felt in ages. I crave clarity and honesty in our exchanges— a mutual understanding that can only come from open hearts.

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This work is protected—not to withhold, but to honor the ache, the wonder, and the whisper it carries.
Because even the softest confessions deserve to be held with care.
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