It’s been a week since the quiet. That strange, abrupt silence that followed weeks of conversation. And I know, logically, it shouldn’t matter as much as it does. We never even met in person. But for whatever reason, those silly little feelings still felt real.
I miss our conversations.
He was funny in a way that wasn’t forced, the kind of person who made it easy to be yourself. And that? That’s rare. Or at least, it has been for me. Someone you can be your weird self with, someone who just gets it, who doesn’t make you feel like you have to filter or shrink yourself down. I appreciated that about him. But I can’t focus on that.
Instead, I’ve been shifting my energy toward the things that actually bring me peace. Reading books, researching random topics that pull me in, spending less time doom-scrolling on social media. The goal isn’t to distract myself—it’s to remind myself that my life is full of things that don’t depend on someone else’s presence. That I don’t need external validation to feel whole.
Self-discovery is the priority now. It feels good, honestly. Some moments are easier than others, and yeah, sometimes he creeps back into my mind. But I guess that’s normal. You don’t just shut off a connection overnight, or at least I don’t.
What I can do is keep moving forward. Keep choosing myself. Keep trusting that what’s meant for me won’t require me to chase or prove my worth.
And for now, that’s enough.
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