This isn't as easy as it appears to be in the stories of romance that I love reading so much

We've never discussed it aloud, never vocalised it

We've just shared secret glances and yearning looks, all of them adding up over the years. I'm surprised neither of us exploded from it all

We could write our own story with them. That's exactly what I'm doing; telling our story

Except only I'm doing it

You don't even know it exists