"There is no greater pain than being met with silence by the one person you were waiting to connect with".
Balakbalak, nangna balumsa-a ngaakka ngaakka ongnu bakaan ding tubaraan satta naom baning dingle theithang tang maknu le hungnu jwe, hung nge.
Katei makka, heidennu bakaan hungbi sungbak tanule, baning ngam maknu kadou maknu makke.
They say that time heals all wounds, but they rarely mention the wounds caused by silence. There is a specific, heavy kind of ache that comes when you reach out to the person you love most, only to find a void where their voice should be. It isn’t just about the lack of communication; it’s about the loss of companionship when you needed it most.
I spent my day gathering moments like small treasures, holding onto them and waiting for the late hours of the night just to share them with her. I had stories to tell, thoughts to exchange, and a heart ready to connect. But as the clock ticked forward, the opportunity never came. The silence stretched out, and those stories—once so vibrant and urgent—began to fade away.
It is a lonely experience to watch your own memories dissolve because the one person you wanted to witness them wasn’t there.
I know there may be reasons on her side. Perhaps she missed me too, or perhaps life simply got in the way. But understanding the "why" doesn't take away the "how" it feels. This silence hurts harder than the edge of a sword or the point of a spear. Physical scars eventually close, but the hollowness of being silenced when your heart is full of things to say is a pain that lingers in the soul.
In the end, it’s the quiet that leaves the deepest mark. We wait, we hope, and we watch our stories turn to dust, leaving us with nothing but the echo of what could have been shared.
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