There’s a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from confrontation. It comes from the absence of it. People you cared about pulling away. Conversations that once felt easy go quiet. Invitations stop coming. Messages hang unanswered, suspended in the air. And your mind starts searching for answers: Did I say something wrong? Should I explain myself better? Should I reach out again? But if you stay with the discomfort long enough, another feeling rises, not justificat

For most of my life, I believed people loved me the way I loved them. That if they hurt me, it was a misunderstanding. If they left me out, there was a reasonable explanation. If something felt off, the problem was probably me.