đź’”When We Stopped Saying I Love You
Not every heartbreak begins with goodbye.
By Anthony ScottPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

It didn’t happen overnight—
we just began to fade
like ink in rain,
our words smudging
until they stopped making sense.
You still smiled at me in the morning,
but it felt borrowed,
like sunlight slipping through
a window we forgot to clean.
We still touched,
but our hands had grown polite,
like guests afraid
to overstay their welcome.
I replay our last real laugh,
the one that made you tilt your head
and close your eyes—
I didn’t know it was the last time
I’d see you that open.
We didn’t break each other.
We just didn’t notice
how quiet it had become,
how love whispered itself hoarse
trying to stay.
Now your absence
sits beside me like a memory
that refuses to leave the room—
not heavy,
just always there.


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