From The Last Page
(But Not the Last Meeting)
And after that last message, I told myself wouldn't
reach out to you again. Not because I stopped caring.
Not because I didn't miss you. But because deep down,
I realized - you didn't want me to. I had already said
everything I needed to say. I had already cried. I sent
words that came from the deepest parts of me, hoping
they'd mean something to you, hoping they'd be enough.
But silence became your answer, and I knew then - I
couldn't keep chasing someone who wouldn't even turn
around. I couldn't keep offering my heart to someone
who had already walked away.
I wanted to fight. God knows, I did. But how do you
fight for something that doesn't want to be saved? So
I stayed quiet. I let the silence do what my words no
longer could. And even though it hurt, even though
everything in me still aches for what we had, I forced
myself to stop. But please don't mistake that silence for
not caring - because it's the hardest thing I've ever
had to do.
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