Notes of silent Love

 

When Amber first walked into the office, his heart was pounding with excitement. He was eager, hopeful, and filled with the dreams of making it big. But little did he know that his heart was about to take an unexpected turn.

It happened on his second day at work. He saw her. Bhumi.

She wasn’t like the women his heart had fluttered for before. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was a melody, a presence that commanded warmth and admiration. He admired the way she carried herself, how she effortlessly handled work pressures, and how she laughed in a way that made the whole room feel lighter.

But he never spoke of his feelings. How could he? She was leagued apart, both in years and in experience. Instead, he found a different way to be close to her.

She carried herself with an elegance that made her stand out. Her presence was like a gentle breeze, calming yet profound. Amber had seen many beautiful women in his life, but there was something about her—the way she tucked her hair behind her ear while reading a document, the soft laughter that escaped her lips when she joked with colleagues, the kindness in her eyes when she spoke to people. She was mesmerizing, and before he knew it, he was utterly enchanted by her.

But he knew it was impossible. His heart, however, refused to listen to reason.

So, he loved her in silence.

Amber wanted to express his admiration, but without making things uncomfortable for her or even himself. That’s when he had an idea. Every morning, before the office became busy, he would leave a tiny note on her desk. Nothing too obvious. Just a simple compliment, a quote, or a kind word to brighten her day.

“Your kindness makes this place beautiful.”

“You have the most contagious laughter.”

“Hope today brings you joy as you bring to others.”

“Your kindness makes the world a softer place.”

“The way you smile makes Mondays feel like Fridays.”
“Some people shine without trying. You are one of them.”

And so, it began.

Bhumi was amused when she found the first note. She looked around, trying to spot who might have left it, but no one seemed suspicious. The notes kept coming—daily, without fail. At first, she thought it was a prank, but as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, she realized it was something else. It was genuine. And it made her smile every morning.

The notes became her little morning delight. Whoever was leaving them seemed to understand the little things about her—the way she loved sunflowers, her habit of drinking green tea instead of coffee, the books she kept on her desk. It was thoughtful, sweet, and it warmed her heart.

Amber never expected anything in return. He just wanted her to know she was special, even if it was from a distance.

But all secrets have a way of finding their way to light.

One day, in a moment of carelessness, Amber had scribbled a note and accidentally left a pen with his name on her desk. Bhumi picked it up, her eyes widening in realization.

Amber? The young, enthusiastic boy who had joined a few months ago?

Amber. The young, bright-eyed boy who always greeted her with a soft smile. She was taken aback, not out of discomfort, but out of the sheer innocence of it all. The love he had been giving her was untouched by conditions, unburdened by reality.

She stared at the note and the pen for a long time before deciding to confront him.

That evening, as Amber was packing his bag, he heard a soft voice behind him.

“Amber.”

He turned, only to see Bhumi standing there, holding one of his notes in her hand.

His heart sank. He had been so careful. But here she was, looking at him, searching for an explanation.

“Why?” she asked, her voice neither harsh nor angry, just curious.

Amber swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair. “I… I just wanted to make you smile,” he admitted, feeling his pulse quicken. “You’re… different. You have this warmth about you that makes people around you feel safe. I admired you from the moment I met you. I never meant to make things awkward. I just wanted you to know how special you are.”

Bhumi sighed, looking at the note in her hand. “Amber… this can’t go anywhere. You know that, right?”

He nodded. “I know.”

Bhumi exhaled, a bittersweet emotion swelling in her chest. “You are kind, Amber. But love… sometimes it’s best left untouched, like a beautiful dream.”

She hesitated, then smiled softly. “Thank you… for making my days a little brighter.”

There was a pause, heavy and silent, filled with unspoken emotions. Two souls who had connected through words, but were bound by reality.

After a long silence, Bhumi spoke again, her voice gentle yet firm. “I think it’s best if we remain strangers, Amber. We can’t be friends, and we can’t be anything else.”

Amber felt a lump rise in his throat, but he smiled anyway. A sad, accepting smile. “I understand.”

And just like that, they made a silent pact.

The next day, there was no note on Bhumi’s desk.

They passed each other in the hallway like two unknown people, acknowledging each other’s presence but never stopping to talk. The days turned into weeks, and life continued as usual. But somewhere deep inside, they both carried the quiet memory of what once was—the unspoken love written in little secret notes.

Sometimes, love doesn’t need a grand ending. Sometimes, it’s just a feeling, a beautiful, fleeting moment that stays in the heart forever.

And perhaps, in some corner of the world, that’s enough.