They say names carry meanings, as if knowing them can reveal a soul’s true essence. My name is Isolde — it means “ice ruler.” Somehow, that fits me in the most ironic way: my heart often feels like a cold winter’s night, still and distant beneath a calm surface.
Then there’s Kaelen. His name felt like dawn itself — bright, steady, full of life. To him, I have always been a constant, a steady presence in the background, a friend who anchors his storms and joys, but never the sun melting his cold or the spark lighting his days.
I remember when this shifted from friendship to something else. The first moment I realized I didn’t just want to be near him as a friend was when his laugh struck my soul like a melody, and the way his eyes softened for someone else shattered something inside me. When his hand brushed mine, I caught my breath as if pulled by a tide too quickly—though he didn’t notice.
I asked the silent stars why he couldn’t see me the way I saw him. But the answer was clear: I was not the one who stirred his heart. Someone else — Liora — radiant and joyful — basked in his warmth like sunlight breaking through clouds. And me? I was the cold moon, watching quietly from afar.
Every unsaid word, every message I never sent, settled heavy within me. But I held onto the fragile hope that love, even unanswered love, was worth carrying. I loved him in silence, between his smiles and the conversations that never reached the depths I secretly craved.
One evening, beneath a lavender sky fading to dusk, he spoke of dreams — dreams where I was nowhere to be found. My throat tightened, but I smiled. Because sometimes loving someone means wishing for their happiness, even if that happiness isn’t by your side.
I don’t regret this love. It shaped me — a quiet strength blooming in shadows. Though my love echoes unanswered, it showed me what courage truly is: hoping, even when hope is the hardest thing to hold.
The seasons changed, and with them came new rhythms. I still saw Kaelen often—his voice rich and vibrant, his eyes bright when he spoke of Liora or the future they might have. I watched the gentle curve of his smile soften in her presence, a smile that had never belonged to me.
I sometimes wondered if I was foolish, holding a love so one-sided that it cut through me like winter’s chill. But then I remembered the warmth those feelings gave me in the darkest hours — a secret garden hidden where no one else could trespass, not even him.
There were nights I let the tears come, falling quietly like snow melting on my skin. But in those moments, I reminded myself that love, even when silent and unseen, has its own beauty. A powerful kind of beauty born from endurance, from choosing to hold kindness for someone else even when it is not returned.
With time, I began to look beyond Kaelen’s eyes to the horizon of my own life. I started to listen more carefully to my own whispers, those soft desires that had been quieted by my devotion to him. Dreams once shadowed by unspoken love now glimmered with possibility — books I wanted to write, places I longed to see, and parts of myself I had forgotten existed.
It doesn’t mean I loved him any less. If anything, it meant I grew enough to understand that my heart was vast, capable of feeling deeply not just for him, but for myself. I could carry the sorrow of loving unrequited, yet still nurture hope for what was yet to come.
Sometimes we love not to possess, but to become stronger in the letting go.
So here I stand — Isolde, the ice ruler — embracing the cold with silent grace, knowing that even the darkest nights are followed by dawn. And though my love remains an echo, it is a melody that teaches me how to love myself fully, no matter where the path leads.
