Unfollowed

I called into silence, twice and the quiet answered louder than a voice ever could.

I watched my name sit there, unreturned, like a question she never planned to read.

I told myself it was nothing, just a friend, just a missed call, just timing

But my chest knew better.

It wasn’t her voice I missed, it was the version of us that only existed in my head.

The late-night laughs that hadn’t happened, the effort she might one day give, the future I built out of almosts.

So I stepped back. Unfollowed. Closed the door softly even though my heart wanted to slam it or run back inside.

And it hurt.

It hurt like letting go of a dream that never fully woke up.

But somewhere between the silence and the self-respect, something shifted.

The air felt lighter. My thoughts felt clearer. My worth stopped waiting for someone else’s reply.

Maybe she wasn’t meant for me. Maybe she was meant to teach me That love shouldn’t feel like chasing. That effort should echo back. That peace is better than potential.

And one day, I’ll call someone who calls back.

I’ll give effort that meets effort.

And I won’t have to wonder where I stand because I’ll be standing beside someone who chooses me without hesitation

Until then, I walk forward not empty, but wiser.

Not rejected, but redirected.

And the future doesn’t feel lonely anymore. It feels open.

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