#veyrawink

it’s noticing how they slowly stop existing in your life while still being in it.

the way conversations become shorter.

the way your name starts sounding unfamiliar in their mouth.

the way they stop telling you small things first.

the way you can feel yourself becoming temporary to someone who once made you feel chosen.

and you sit there pretending not to notice it happening.

because admitting it would mean accepting that some people don’t leave all at once they fade. quietly. gently.

like a song becoming harder to hear from another room.

Not out of anger,not out of pride, but because your heart is tired of explaining what it deserves.

You still care.You just care differently now, from a distance,in silence,with peace instead of chaos.

And that’s when you realize…letting go isn’t always losing.

Everyone around you seems to have a map, and you're just trying not to lose your way.

i only wished to become the sentence your heart keeps reading

They carry tenderness like a secret language, they notice the poetry in ordinary hours, they love in a way that does not clamor, but lingers.

In a world that often mistakes noise for depth, remember this: gentleness is its own kind of strength.

And if you are one of those souls -