I sit here with a heart heavier than words can describe, wondering how we got here—two souls who once danced in harmony now separated by an unbearable silence.

They say, “Silence speaks louder than words,” but this silence is deafening, tearing at the very fabric of who I am.

You don’t talk to me anymore. You’ve pulled away, leaving me stranded in a sea of questions with no answers. Was it something I said? Something I didn’t say? Have I hurt you in ways I cannot see? Or is it the battles within your heart that have drawn you away? I don’t know, and the not-knowing is a pain that never sleeps.

I still love you, Prodigious. I love you in a way that is raw, unpolished, and unending. They say, “The heart wants what it wants,” and mine wants you. It doesn’t matter how much time passes, how much space you put between us—my love for you remains steadfast, like a rock that withstands the fiercest storms.

Do you remember the moments we shared? Those little pockets of joy that felt like they were carved out just for us? The way your laughter could turn my worst day into something beautiful? The way your presence made the world feel safe and kind? They say, “Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened,” but how do I smile when the memories hurt as much as they heal?

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My heart is like a garden you once tended so lovingly, and now it feels abandoned. Yet, even in your absence, the seeds of love you planted continue to grow, stubbornly refusing to wither. They remind me of you in everything I do, in every breath I take.

Prodigious, they say, “A stitch in time saves nine.” If there’s anything left to save between us, please, let us not wait until it’s too late. Let’s not let pride or fear or misunderstandings build a wall too high to climb. Life is too short to leave words unspoken and love unlived.

I wonder if you ever think of me. Do you remember the way I looked at you, like you were the very air I needed to breathe? Do you remember how I held on to your every word, how I believed in you, even when you doubted yourself? Do you remember how much I cared for you, how much I still do? Or have you closed that door completely?

“The deepest rivers flow with the quietest waters,” and my love for you runs deeper than you’ll ever know. Even in your silence, even in your absence, I carry you with me. I carry the memory of your smile, the sound of your voice, the way your presence felt like home.

If you’re fighting your own battles, I want you to know you don’t have to fight them alone. I am here. I have always been here. My arms, my heart, my soul—they remain open to you, waiting, hoping.

They say, “Hope is the last thing to die,” and I am holding on to hope with every ounce of strength I have left. Hope that one day, you’ll see that I never stopped loving you. Hope that one day, you’ll reach out, and we can begin again.

Prodigious, if there’s even a flicker of love left in your heart for me, let it light the way back. Let’s not let silence be the final chapter of our story.

I love you. I will always love you. Even if my words never reach you, my heart will always call your name.