At the thought of what once was, my heart breaks. The scars you left behind are a constant reminder of what can never be again. The silence that has replaced your hearty laughter and corny words is deafening.

My heart craves closure, a chance to move on—if that is still possible for me. Yet you remain unyielding, silent, and indifferent, as though our past meant nothing. Your silence breaks me a little more each time.

I wish I knew what fueled this hatred. If I could find its source, I would throw myself at its mercy, unashamedly begging for forgiveness. It doesn’t matter if I’m right or wrong anymore. All that matters is breaking this unspoken pact of silence and finding the strength to heal my broken heart.