The One Who Stayed In My Silence

Sometimes, the loudest love stories are the ones never spoken. *I had no intention of falling in love with silence.* *But this is where you still live - in a break between my writings, in the sighs I try to hide, in the silence that never leaves my heart. You are not mine once, and you are not perfect. Nevertheless, each of my versions dares to feel too much, and I thought of them in some way. I understand love doesn’t always need to be present. Sometimes, it thrives remotely in memory, in all its implicitness. --* **When love spends time** *People often say: "If that's the case, that's true."* *But they forget - sometimes it should be, and simply not intended to stop.* *We met when we were both half-built and always discovered broken parts of our past. You laughed with all your heart, but your eyes...they carried a storm that I wasn't ready to understand. And I, in all my silence, perhaps, you seemed like the world - until I realized that silence has its own confusion. The weather is cruel.* *It gives you whatever you want, but it's too early or too late for a while. ---* **Conversation that didn't arrive** I *didn't say that many words.* *How can you tell someone that his absence appears to be heavier than when he is present? How do you explain that even if you forget your voice, you still remember his voice?* *Every time I open a book, I find you between the lines. Each song I missed makes me think about you.* *You became the background noise in my life - a rumble that I couldn't disable. And I wonder... do you think of me when it rains?* *Or have you ever learned to love the sun more now? ---* ***We loved the other ways*** *You liked fire - intense, consumed, impossible to touch.* *I loved water - calm, patient, but drowsy. It was two elements that we should never discover, but when we did, we created something beautiful and destructive. You taught me your passion. I calmly said to you. And in the end, we both insisted that it wasn't important, but we did. Ah, this is always the case. I've always worn this version of fragments - someone who believed that love could rewrite destiny.* *But love may not repair us. Maybe it should show us where we are broken.* **I will never forget healing** People tell you to move on, as if love is the place you can leave. But I will never forget healing. He learns to live in harsh pain. I will no longer check your social networks, but will not recreate our old cats. I'm not waiting for your name to appear on my screen. Nevertheless, when we saw the street, we walked together once, I smiled - not because it hurts now, but because it means I felt the pain. Perhaps the boldest thing we made when we didn't have. Perhaps love was not a problem of property, not a problem of solution - growing itself, even if it was intended to separate.If possible, what would you tell me? ---If I could talk to you now, I would appreciate you. Because he taught me to feel deeply even when it hurts. Prove that love should not last forever. The fact that they showed me that those who leave us are leaving us with a version of ourselves. And maybe it's this love that really lasts forever - Not someone who will end "forever," but someone who will end with understanding. The beauty of an unfinished story