Love from the distance: A sad short story

I have always wanted you like that,
from the distance.

Without telling you, without letting you know about it.
I love you in the most discreet way.

Not even your photos realize that I have looked to them;
nor your eyes know that this writing is about you.

I have never pronounced your name,
but my mind reminds it to me in the most subtle way.

I want you like that,
in silence.

Because I feel that if I approach to you,
I will destroy you.

I want you, but not for me.

Ilustration from Henrietta Harris