The Things We Never Said

You can go hundreds of days without seeing someone.

No call. No text. No accidental run-in.

You stop expecting to hear their voice.
You forget the sound of their laugh.
And one day, you can’t even remember the last time you looked them in the eyes.

But inside?

Inside, they’ve never left.

In all that time, you’ve had conversations they’ll never hear.

You’ve played out scenarios they’ll never know.

You’ve rewritten the same moment from twenty different angles, trying to understand it, fix it, or finally let it go.

Some days, you’re angry.
Some days, you miss them so much it knocks the wind out of you.
Some days, you’re proud of how far you’ve come.

Because absence doesn’t just leave a hole.
It builds a mirror.
And in that mirror, you see your grief, your ego, your heart, your growth.

You ask questions you’ll never get answers to.
You try to make peace with a version of someone that only exists in memory.

And slowly, without realizing it, you stop needing anything from them at all.

You find your own answers.
You write your own closure.

You accept what happened, even if you still don’t understand it.
You stop chasing an explanation.
You stop hoping for a reply.

And somewhere along the way,
you stop needing their voice…
because you’ve found your own.