You want to know how much I care?
It’s in everything I don’t do.
The texts I don’t send.
The calls I don’t make.
The way I fight the urge to reach out every single day…because I know that giving in would only serve me.
That’s not love. That’s selfish.

I had the chance before, and I threw it away. I fumbled something pure. And now, even though everything in me wants to pour out my heart and tell her how much I still think about her, I stay silent.
Not because I don’t feel it…but because I do.

This silence? It’s full of love.
The kind that respects the pain I caused.
The kind that knows healing doesn’t come from reopening old wounds just to soothe my guilt.
So I stay quiet. And that silence is the loudest love I’ve ever given.