Unspoken, Yet Seen...

I have always felt that I am not good with words. Whenever emotions rise in my heart, they often get stuck in my throat. By the time I find the right sentence, the moment has already passed.

But I believe eyes never lie.

They hold a language of their own-silent, deep, and impossible to fake.

I once heard a story of a boy named Ayu. He too struggled with words. Whenever he was happy, his eyes lit up like morning sunlight. Whenever he was hurt, they carried storms no one else noticed. And when he cared for someone, his eyes softened in a way that silence itself felt warmer.

Most people didn’t notice. They were too busy listening for voices, not gazes. Ayu often wondered if he would always remain unseen.

But one day, someone looked into his eyes long enough. She didn’t ask for words. She simply understood the quiet messages he carried—the shy laughter, the hidden fears, the unspoken affection. For the first time, Ayu realized he wasn’t bad at expressing. He had just been speaking a different language all along.

And that is the truth I hold close:
Sometimes the most beautiful things are not said out loud.
Sometimes, they are just seen.

So yes, I may be bad with words. But if you are good at reading eyes, you will never miss the story I am trying to tell.