THE SILENCE THAT SPOKE

 The Silence That Spoke

One day, the messages stopped. No argument, no explanation, just silence where there used to be warmth and words. At first, I thought maybe there was a reason. Maybe life had gotten in the way. Maybe I had said something wrong. I replayed old conversations, looking for clues that were never really there.

But days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and months into YEARS and that silence grew louder than any goodbye could have been. It’s strange how absence can echo, how something unseen can weigh so heavily on your heart.

There’s a special kind of pain in being ghosted. It’s not dramatic, it’s just…empty. You’re left trying to make sense of something senseless, asking questions that only one person could answer; and they’ve chosen not to.

In time, though, I learned that silence isn’t always cruelty. Sometimes it’s immaturity, sometimes fear, sometimes just a reflection of someone’s inability to communicate with care. Whatever it is, it’s not a reflection of my worth…i’m learning…

And then a text pops up after a year, i replied…silence again…and then almost a year later, another text recently….I knew then that i’m done…

But, healing didn’t arrive in a grand moment of clarity. It came quietly:-

in the mornings when I woke up and didn’t check my phone, 

in the evenings when I stopped wondering; and

in the laughter I shared with people who stayed. 

Slowly, the ache softened, and peace began to take its place.

Now, when I think of that silence, I no longer fill it with questions. I let it be what it is, a space that taught me the value of honesty, presence, and letting go.

Because some goodbyes are never spoken, but they still set you free.