The Feeling I Can’t Explain ๐
There are moments in life that pass quietly, without a trace, and yet, somehow, they stay with us. Not loud. Not intense. Not even obvious. Just… quiet.
We never even talked properly. We never met.
A familiar name on my phone. A story I’d check daily without meaning to. Just a small, quiet habit that slowly made space in my routine. A soft corner in my mind I reserved. It was never serious.
And then one day…No warning. No goodbye.
Just a photo.
Just a caption.
Just a moment that somehow felt like an ending
Even though nothing had ever truly begun.
It hurts in a way I didn’t prepare for. It hurts even though I never expected anything in return. Not like heartbreak. But like holding onto a memory that doesn’t belong to me. A story I didn’t get to write. Just a strange, sinking weight in my chest. It didn’t make sense. But it felt real. I shouldn’t have been hurt. But I was. And that confused me more than anything else. Maybe it was just hope. A quiet, gentle curiosity. A connection I created from small moments. But now that it’s been taken away so suddenly, so unexpectedly
So here’s to soft endings.
To unspoken stories.
To the silent ache of almost — and the strength to walk away anyway.
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