Maybe I told you I love you by leaving the notebook by your office space

And maybe you told me that you love me by whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Maybe, I told you I love you in the silence we both have created

And maybe you told me that you love me by making calls and speaking endlessly.

Maybe I told you I love you with tears when you were departing to a different place.

And maybe you told me that you love me by making a brief visit just to take a glimpse of me.

Maybe I told you I love you when I was angry at you for not understanding what I meant.

And maybe you told me that you love me when you kept asking me if I was okay when I was not.

We both had a different love language.

I could not understand yours

And you could not be fluent in mine.