People loved him, this she knew. She saw it in the way they went up to him, how they wanted and liked to speak to him: they always seemed excited about interacting with him. He mattered to them and they had no shame in admitting the fact. They wrote of their adoration on the pavement and they spoke of it out loud and they told him and they showed him and they made it so obvious, there could not be a chance of him not knowing of it.
She wondered how her love could be seen when it was competing against all these other loud ones, for hers was anything but. She could not speak to him for longer than a few minutes without stumbling over her words or becoming speechless. She was much too shy to smile at him, let alone meet his gaze. In fact she avoided him if she could, so afraid was she of him seeing on her otherwise mysterious face the truth and depth of her feelings, which she was sure revealed themselves uncontrollably should he and her ever be in close proximity.
Her love was of the quiet, soft-spoken, secret kind – but no less passionate than the others.
Words & Feelings 
Her writings secretly inspired him, it wasn’t that he was shy rather her beauty in his eyes captivated his every thought. A warrior among men, a leader among followers and yet with all his might and all his power his bravery was no match for her charismatic witty, and playful banter. Crumbling at the knees, feeling weakened by her generosity the Knight reaches his hand to the sky in a last attempt to summon the strength to charm her back. Brazenly the Knight and the women lock eyes and in a split second the woman vanishes into thin air. The knight confused looks around frantically. Suddenly he realizes, the woman was only a figment of his imagination, for no love would ever find the Knight, no love would ever conquer him. She was only a Phoenix, a testament to the Knight that she too a warrior in her own righteousness couldn’t love him back with equal intensity because she didn’t exist.
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Well, that is sad!
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