Unsaid words unsent message
There’s a kind of ache that doesn’t scream that doesn’t scream—it lingers quietly in the corners of your heart. It’s the ache of wanting to build something beautiful with someone, and realizing they never saw the same blueprint. Yes, I wanted to build with you. I returned to you again and again—hoping, believing, trusting that maybe this time, you’d see what I see. That maybe this time, you’d meet me halfway. That maybe this time, we’d rise together. Because I truly believed we could. I saw the potential in us—in our ideas, our synergy, our shared dreams. I imagined a future where our efforts would bloom into something extraordinary. I poured my heart into the work, stayed up late, showed up early, gave my best even when I had nothing left. But you never understood me. You saw my passion as noise. My vulnerability as weakness. My dedication as desperation. And when things got hard, you weren’t there. Not once. You gave me reasons to be laughed at, not lifted. You watched me strugg...
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