~I stopped messaging him,
stopped checking his profile, stopped thinking of reasons to reach out, and stopped hoping for a message from him.
Even when something reminded me of him, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t search for his name. I didn’t ask anyone how he was.
It wasn’t easy, because it was real, and it was ours. But missing someone isn’t always a reason to disturb their peace. And my peace.
So I kept my distance. I let the silence speak for me. I still think of him sometimes. I still wonder if he ever thinks of me too.
But even though a small part of me still hopes he remembers me kindly, I no longer wait for him.
I’ve made peace with his absence. I’ve learned to carry the love without needing the person.
And so, I never disturbed him again.
Not because I don’t care, but because I care enough about myself to not keep waiting for someone who’s already gone. And because I know that if he wanted to come back, he would.
And since he hasn’t, I take that as my answer.
Even when something reminded me of him, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t search for his name. I didn’t ask anyone how he was.
It wasn’t easy, because it was real, and it was ours. But missing someone isn’t always a reason to disturb their peace. And my peace.
So I kept my distance. I let the silence speak for me. I still think of him sometimes. I still wonder if he ever thinks of me too.
But even though a small part of me still hopes he remembers me kindly, I no longer wait for him.
I’ve made peace with his absence. I’ve learned to carry the love without needing the person.
And so, I never disturbed him again.
Not because I don’t care, but because I care enough about myself to not keep waiting for someone who’s already gone. And because I know that if he wanted to come back, he would.
And since he hasn’t, I take that as my answer.
