Truth Ignored , Truth Felt

Purely hand written by me 💗

There was a quiet war inside her. Not loud enough for the world to notice, but just enough to keep her restless in the silence.

She had been told, over and over, that this was for the best. That things had changed, that holding on to something that no longer existed was foolish. That time had done its job, and she should, too.

And she agreed.

She nodded at the right moments, said all the expected things. She convinced herself that the heaviness in her chest was just a habit, that the sting she felt in familiar places was just her mind playing tricks on her.

Yet, even now, on the days when the world felt quiet, she could still hear it. That presence. That pull.

It wasn’t supposed to matter anymore.

But some things don’t fade just because they should.

She blamed the air, the city, the way the sky turned pink at dusk. She blamed the rain for falling the same way it did back then. She blamed the songs that played at the wrong moments, the meaningless words that shouldn’t have meant anything but somehow still did.

It was everything else. It had to be.

Because if she let go of all the excuses-if she stopped blaming the world, the time, the circumstances, then she would be left with only one truth.

Truth , she always knew . Truth , she is trying the best to ignore.

And maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one.

Perhaps time hadn’t taken everything. Perhaps, somewhere in the spaces between then and now, in the moments neither of them spoke about, there was something more to it.