Not knowing if it mattered to them is its own particular kind of hurt.
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Did the fact that I knew how it would end mean I had no right to feel? I ask myself so many questions that I no longer know what to think. That night, beneath a moon so beautiful and close it felt…
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Did the fact that I knew how it would end mean I had no right to feel? I ask myself so many questions that I no longer know what to think. That night, beneath a moon so beautiful and close it felt as though we could touch it, I swore for a moment that something would change. But how can you nurture a dream when you know it’s bound to shatter? I thought being genuine would be enough, but sadly, I was just another option. It hurts to think of what we never became. I am left with the memory of that night—holding someone who retreated into absolute silence, never letting me see what he kept hidden inside. Today I wonder if he ever felt anything for me, or if that embrace, which meant everything to me, meant nothing at all to him.
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Not knowing if it mattered to them is its own particular kind of hurt.
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What did that moon mean to you that night - was it hope, or did you already know?
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holding someone close while they're checked out is one of the loneliest things, isn't it? the presence without the presence.
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I think sometimes people retreat because they're afraid of ruining what you feel, not because they don't feel it.
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When someone retreats into that complete silence, how much of it is about them protecting themselves versus just not knowing how to let you in?
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the way you described that embrace meaning everything but then... yeah, been there.
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That silence hitting harder than words ever could. I felt that.
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Do you think he ever looked back at that night the way you do?