There were nights when the world felt unbearably quiet, yet my heart was loud with your name. Even in a room filled with people, I searched for the fragments of you—in laughter, in the rhythm of footsteps, in the gentle hush of the evening wind. Every sound seemed to echo the absence of your presence, as if life itself was trying to remind me that something—someone—was missing.
Distance was no longer measured in miles. It was measured in how long I could hold my breath before whispering to myself that I missed you again. It was measured in the countless times I picked up my phone, only to stop halfway, unsure if my words could ever carry the weight of my longing.
I carried you with me everywhere—in my notebooks where my words bent toward you, in my laughter that tried to hide the emptiness, and in the light of my eyes whenever I spoke about home. Every achievement, no matter how small, felt unfinished until I imagined telling you about it. Every new lesson, every challenge I overcame, secretly belonged to you, because you were the reason I kept moving forward when everything felt uncertain.
There were evenings when I would sit by the window, watching the city lights flicker like a million unspoken confessions. I would close my eyes and picture you beside me—your smile softening the harshness of the day, your voice grounding me when my thoughts ran restless. I wondered if, in some quiet corner of your world, you too paused and thought of me.
I often asked myself if you could feel the invisible pull between us—the thread that refused to break no matter the distance. It was fragile yet unyielding, a quiet reminder that love is not bound by geography, but by the constancy of the heart.
Some days, I didn’t long for grand reunions or poetic words. All I wished for was something so simple: to sit beside you, without needing to explain the silence, and let our presence speak for us. To share the same air, to watch the same sky, and to know, without saying a word, that we belonged.
Because in the silence between us, love grew louder than ever. It was in the pauses, in the longing, in the patience that stretched across time and space. And in that silence, I found not emptiness, but the promise of us—unchanging, unwavering, eternal.
Forever in whispers,
– The Healing Heart