Some wounds don't bleed.
They just teach you how to stay quiet.
She was never weak —
she just loved deeply, trusted honestly, and stayed longer than she should have.
He didn't break her with cruelty.
He broke her with distance.
Chapter 1____
I didn't cry when he left.
That's the part people don't understand.
I didn't beg.
I didn't ask why.
I didn't ask him to stay.
I just went quiet.
Because sometimes, silence feels safer than words that might be ignored.
He used to say he liked how calm I was.
How "understanding" I seemed.
What he didn't know was —
I wasn't calm.
I was tired.
Tired of explaining myself to someone
who only listened when it was convenient.
The distance didn't arrive suddenly.
It crept in slowly.
Shorter replies.
Longer gaps.
Less warmth.
And every time I felt it,
I told myself I was overthinking.
I always was… apparently.
People say love ends with a fight.
But ours ended with unanswered messages
and conversations that never happened.
The last thing he said to me
wasn't goodbye.
It was,
"I'll call you later."
Later never came.
That day, I learned something important.
Not everyone who stays silent is okay.
Some of us are just learning how to survive
without asking for love
that no longer wants to be given.
And maybe…
that was the moment
I stopped believing in words altogether.