The thing that spins my mind these days, that keeps me up at night or occupies my thoughts when I go for a walk is … how did it come to this?

How has it gotten to this point where you refuse to speak to me? No contact wasn’t supposed to be permanent. So why have you seemingly made it permanent?

Why have you chosen to conclude everything this way? Did you come to realize I didn’t mean that much to you afterall? Your voice sometimes haunts me, saying you don’t think you were ever that happy with me, that we were never really happy together. Do you remember saying that? Did you really mean it? Because I’ve never believed it.

I look back at old photos, read old letters, remember how it felt to spend time with you, to be next to you, to know you in an honest way.

How those two people can be dwindled down to … a place that doesn’t feel indicative of what they once had.

Our relationship and how we once felt for the other deserves better than the ending it’s been given.

Of just complete silence.