Some Bonds Just Need A Pause

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 Not every silence is a sign of closure.....

Sometimes, it’s just space being made,fr healing,fr understanding,fr things to realign on their own...

There are people who brought a kind of warmth that’s hard to forget. #Memories wrapped in light-hearted conversations, shared fun,talk abt familiar places.Some of those moments still live quietly inside me... showing up when I least expect,like a sudden mention of an old street,we once walked down without a care....

But then... life happened.

And maybe somethin small, somethin seemingly passing, shifted d way I saw things. Nt wid anger,nt evn disappointment,just a quiet feeling of misplacement.A little crack where comfort once stood strong.So I stepped back.Nt in bitterness,bt in gentleness,for #myself.

No grudges.No adament exits.... Just #stillness....

And yet…I notice,I see d small gesturs dat float my way frm tym to tym.The jokes,the shared memories,the soft reminders of “we once laughed here"

It’s sweet,its indeed endearing. And thats why I hold it wid care...

Because deep down....I haven’t closed any door,I’m just waitin to feel like #me again in dat space.

Maybe one day,d air will feel clearer,d echoes will soften n what once cracked,may settle into somethin more forgivin....

Until then,I opt to stay here,silent bt nt gone.....Present... just a little guarded.

With hope,always alive...


#ASoliloquyInStillness



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