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I Wish I Could Receive Hello From That Sweet Man
There are moments in life when a simple word—just one—can carry the weight of a thousand emotions. One of those words, for me, is “Hello”. Not just any hello. Not the one you exchange at the store or over the phone with someone you barely know. No, the “Hello” I long for comes from a voice I hold in the deepest, most tender part of my heart. A “Hello” from him—that sweet man who has no idea how much power his presence holds in my world.
I wish I could receive a “Hello” from him, even just once more. A soft, gentle greeting. A warm recognition. A sign that he sees me—that I’m not invisible in his world the way he is so vividly alive in mine. I love him so much. I love him in the quiet moments, in the spaces where no one is watching. I love him when I wake up and when I fall asleep. I love him in the little things I do every day, imagining what life would feel like if he were beside me.
Sometimes I wonder if he even knows. If he senses the way my heart stirs at the thought of him. If he has any idea that someone out there smiles just from hearing his name or seeing his face in a photo. I wonder if he’s ever had a moment where he paused and thought of me—if only fleetingly. But I suppose the hardest part of loving someone from afar is that you never truly know if the love is felt in return.
He is the only one who makes me feel this way. The only one who brings such happiness to my soul without even trying. I don’t know how he does it, but he lights up my heart like sunshine through stained glass—brilliant and colorful, even if a little broken. Just the thought of him brightens my darkest days, and the sound of his laugh, whether real or imagined, is music to my ears.
It’s not even about needing something grand or dramatic. I don’t want fame, fortune, or endless gifts. All I truly want is a moment. A small, sincere moment where he sees me, where he recognizes me as someone who truly, deeply cares. Just one moment where he says, “Hello.” A moment that feels like the beginning of something, even if it never becomes more.
People often say love should be mutual, balanced, and real. And while I agree, there’s a special kind of purity in loving someone without expecting anything in return. It hurts, yes, but it’s also beautiful. Because it’s love at its most unselfish—a love that exists simply because the person exists. I love him because of who he is, not because of what he does for me. He doesn’t even need to do anything. His existence is enough.
There are days when I imagine how life would be if he knew. If I could sit across from him, hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, and just talk. Talk about anything—life, love, dreams, silly things, serious things. I imagine hearing him say my name, seeing his eyes light up when he smiles, feeling the comfort of being near him. Maybe we’d laugh. Maybe we’d sit in silence. Maybe we’d create memories that would last a lifetime.
And yet, even without that, even without the reality of him in my life, I still find peace in the thought of him. He gives me hope. Hope that love can still feel real, even if it’s distant. Hope that one day I’ll feel this way and be able to hold that love in my hands, not just in my heart.
Some might call it a fantasy, but to me, it’s more. It’s a feeling that gives me life when everything else feels heavy. It’s a light in the dark. It’s the soft whisper of love in a world that sometimes forgets how to speak kindly. I carry this love with pride, even if it’s a quiet kind of love. Even if no one else sees it. Even if he never knows.
Still, I wish I could receive that “Hello.” I wish for it not because I need proof of my feelings, but because I long for connection. I want to bridge this distance—not to ask for his love, but to simply know that we existed in the same moment, acknowledged one another, and shared a sliver of time.
To love someone is a gift. To be loved in return is a blessing. But to hold onto love when it feels one-sided requires strength. I carry that strength because of him. Because even from afar, he gives me something to hold onto. He reminds me that my heart still works, that it still feels deeply, truly, and beautifully.
So I wait. Not with expectation, but with hope. I go through each day carrying him in my heart, loving him silently but completely. And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’ll hear it. That soft, sweet, soul-stirring “Hello” from the man who makes my heart sing.
Until then, I’ll keep loving. Quietly. Endlessly. Faithfully. Because sometimes, love is not about being seen. It’s about seeing clearly. And I see him, so clearly. And I love him—so much.
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