Fireworks and Unsaid Words

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As fireworks lit the sky I wondered why a new year always arrived carrying old memories. The surrounding cheers were loud, but my thoughts were louder.

 Why??

Why was it always me?

Six years ago, at exactly this time, I was the happiest person alive. Not because my life was perfect, but because my heart was hopeful. It raced that night—not with fear or sadness, but with the quiet thrill of possibility. I was finally going to confess my feelings to the person I had loved in silence for so long.

The future felt wide open then. Endless. I truly believed some moments were meant to last forever.

But forever, I learned, is fragile.

One pause. One unsaid sentence. One moment of hesitation—and everything slipped gently into the past without making a sound. There was no dramatic goodbye, no clear ending. Just time moving forward while my heart stayed behind

That day—

“Alex, I want to say something to you,” I said, my voice barely steady, fingers curling into my palms as if they could hold my courage in place.

He looked at me, waiting. Not impatient. Not hurried. Just unaware of how much weight those few seconds carried for me.

The fireworks cracked open the sky behind us, bursts of color reflecting in his eyes. Everyone else was celebrating beginnings.

I was standing on the edge of one, terrified of what it might cost me.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time,” I continued, forcing a smile to hide the tremor in my chest. Every word felt heavier than the last. My heart was begging me to be honest, while my fear whispered all the reasons I shouldn’t be.

He nodded, encouraging me to go on.

And that was the moment.

The moment where I could have changed everything.

But instead, I paused.

Just for a second. Long enough for doubt to step in. Long enough for the noise around us to drown the truth I had carried for years. I swallowed the words that were ready to fall, replaced them with something safer, something smaller.

“Never mind,” I said softly. “It’s nothing important.”

He smiled, relieved, unaware. And the world moved on.

I smiled back, pretending my heart hadn’t just chosen

Sometimes I wonder—if I had found the courage to speak back then, maybe he would be here now. Not living in my memories, not echoing in every new year’s fireworks, but standing beside me, close enough to touch.

Instead, time loved

And I stayed there—holding a confession that never existed, learning too late how fragile forever can be.

Lost in his thoughts, my eyes drifted to the place where we had once sat years ago. For a moment, I thought I saw a shadow there—familiar, impossible. My heart skipped as I moved closer, but the space was empty. Just cold air and old echoes.

And then—

“Lariette… is that you?”

The voice.

The one I had carried with me through all these years. The one I had imagined in quiet moments and late nights. The one I never thought I’d hear again.

I turned slowly.

He was standing behind me.

Unchanged, and yet different in all the ways time insists on. For a second, the fireworks faded, the crowd dissolved, and it was just us—two people caught between what was and what could have been.

The past had found me.

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