between the lines

I don’t remember the last time I felt so scattered, as I lost somewhere the sense of meaning again. 

I don’t want to mistake your silence for losing you.

At least the silence isn’t mine anymore.

Tired of carrying feeling that seems to have nowhere to go.

As if the distance between two people could be measured in a few words that neither of them sends.

How many things have I convinced myself were ”not that bad” just because they happened to me?

You shouldn't have to repeatedly wonder whether the person you care about will be emotionally present when you need them.