When a woman starts getting quiet, unbothered,
and letting you do whatever you want, that's the
moment she's tired.
Not tired of loving you, but tired of hurting over
the same actions.
She's drained from repeating herself, exhausted
from giving chances, and done begging for the
bare minimum.
Her silence isn't peace, it's her heart protecting
what's left of it.
And once a woman reaches that point, she's not
sulling away to punish you, she's pulling away to
save herself.
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