About The Author

Moley is the author of Seasons of Life, a book that delicately explores the emotional shifts of the human heart through the metaphor of changing seasons. Rooted in the winter chapter of the book, her words reflect the quiet ache of one-sided love, the weight of an unsent letter, and the stillness of silent heartbreak. Through this upcoming competition, she shares a glimpse of that emotional journey — a tribute to unspoken feelings and lingering hope.

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Seasons of Life: The Winter Chapter

Mia had always believed that love, in its purest form, didn’t need to be declared—it just 

needed to be felt. And feel it she did, in all its raw, aching quiet. But love, when it's

one-sided, doesn’t bloom. It bruises.

Her winter was named June.

He came into her life like late autumn sunlight—warm enough to stay, distant enough to

never fully belong. They shared late-night conversations, inside jokes, playlists, and dreams.

To him, Mia was comfort. To Mia, June was everything.

She loved him the way poets fearfully describe—wordlessly, hopelessly, with a trembling

heart she kept hidden behind borrowed courage.

And so, she wrote.

“Dear June,

I wish I could tell you that every time you looked at me, I wanted time to freeze—not

because you saw me, but because I was seeing you with my whole heart.

But I won’t send this letter. Because you deserve the kind of love that isn’t afraid.”

The letter stayed in her drawer, folded neatly next to other pieces of her she could never

share.

June never knew.

He fell in love with someone else. He told Mia about her, his eyes lit up with a kind of joy Mia

had once imagined would be hers to bring. And Mia? She listened, smiled, nodded—her

heart cracking with each syllable of someone else’s name.

That night, she opened her journal.

She didn’t write a new letter. She just stared at the old one. Still unsent. Still unread.

That’s the thing about silent heartbreak—it doesn’t scream. It lingers. In glances, in pauses,

in all the things she never said.

But Mia didn’t hate him for it.

Love, even the one-sided kind, teaches. And from June, she learned that some people are

just passing seasons. They don’t stay, but they leave you changed.

And when spring finally returned, Mia was still here—heart cracked open, but blooming

again.

“Unsent”

I wrote your name,

but never sent the page.

Loved you quietly,

from a safer stage.

You smiled at her,

and I smiled too

hid my ache

like poets do.

This love was mine,

you never knew.

Some hearts stay silent

but still feel true.

-Moley