@your_muffinn: And after that message, I tried so hard not to bother you again. Not because I didn’t want to, not because I didn’t miss you, But because I knew that sometimes, silence is the only thing left to give. I’ve already said what needed to be said, I’ve already reached out, Letting my words hang in the air between us like a bridge that you never chose to cross. And now, all I can do is step back, hold on to whatever’s left, and try really try to let you go. But it’s not easy. It’s not easy when my fingers itch to type another message, When my heart races just imagining your name lighting up my screen. It’s not easy when my mind keeps replaying the past, Wondering if there was more I could’ve done. Something different I could’ve said. It’s not easy when every part of me still misses the comfort, your presence, your voice, The closeness of everything we used to do. Still, you never asked me to stay. You never asked me to keep trying. And as much as I wished things were different, I refused to become someone who forces their presence where it’s no longer wanted. So I stayed silent. I fought the urge to send another message, To ask how you were doing, To let you know that I still care. Instead, I learned to sit in silence, To carry these feelings alone, To allow my love to exist without hope Without the hope that you miss me too. I still think of you in the small moments: When I hear a song we once listened to, When I pass by a place we visited, When I see something that I know would’ve made you laugh. I wonder if you have those moments too, Or if I’ve completely faded from your world. But I remind myself, over and over, That this is what’s best That if you had wanted me in your life, You would have made an effort to keep me there. Silence speaks as loudly as words, And your silence said everything I needed to hear. So I try. I try to accept things as they are, Rather than how I wish they could be. I try not to bother you again, Not because I don’t care, But because I respect you Respect your space, your time. And maybe one day, if fate allows, Our paths will cross again. Maybe one day, you’ll miss me, The way I miss you. Maybe one day, you’ll realize that some connections are too rare to leave behind so easily. But until that day comes If it ever does I will stay quiet. I will let you go, Even when it hurts. I will stop reaching for someone who no longer reaches for me. I will love myself enough.

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Tuesday 15 July 2025 16:16:35 GMT