He needed to say something. He saw her every day, his affection growing with every treasured encounter. They shared lunch together, and he seemed to brighten with each meaningful conversation. The signs of a mutual feeling, present while never certain, maddened him. She shared her secrets, but how would she react to his? She glowed at the sight of him, but how could he bear to see her leave? So he kept his love inside, never so much as hinting to his burden. Others might not have understood, but he remained silent. After all, he was just a house plant.