Lurus.

The silence between us has been deafening, a heavy weight that presses down on my chest. I remember how it all began, my anger simmering just beneath the surface, quiet yet potent. Instead of confronting you, I chose the silent treatment, believing that withdrawing would somehow communicate my hurt. I thought if I stayed quiet, you would understand the depth of my feelings and come to me with an apology. But in reality, my silence only built walls between us, walls that grew taller with each passing day. During those weeks apart, I replayed our last moments together in my mind like a broken record. I wanted to scream, to cry, to let you know how much your actions had hurt me. But instead, I bottled it all up, thinking that time would heal everything. Each day felt like a battle against my own pride. I didn’t want to be the first to reach out; it felt like admitting defeat. But as the days turned into weeks, I realized that my silence was doing more harm than good. I missed you, more th...