When I Chose Courage Over Silence

Dear Blog,

Today, I did something brave. Or maybe something emotional. Or maybe both.

I sent him a lot of messages… like, five long ones. Yeah, I know — a lot. But when your heart feels heavy and full of things left unsaid, sometimes it just spills over. And that’s exactly what happened today.

I told him I miss him. That I’ve never really stopped caring, even when things went quiet. I just couldn’t pretend anymore that the silence didn’t hurt.

So I said what I needed to say — that I don’t want us to drift apart without at least knowing how he feels. Not knowing is a kind of ache that lingers in the background, and I guess I was done carrying that alone.

At one point, I even asked, “What did you do to me?” Not in a bitter way, just… wondering how someone could leave such an imprint on me without even trying.

It was vulnerable, raw, and maybe a little too much — but it was real. I told him that if he sees my messages, I hope he won’t ignore them. That if anything I’ve said still means something to him, even just a little, I’d appreciate hearing something. Anything.

Because silence doesn’t always feel like peace — sometimes it feels like being forgotten.

And in the last message, I gave him something softer. I know he’s cautious — careful with his heart, with his steps, with people. But I reminded him that life doesn’t always wait for us to feel ready. Sometimes, we miss good things because we’re too afraid to take a chance on them.

I don’t know if he’ll respond.

I don’t know if it reached him, or if I just poured my feelings into a quiet void.

But I do know this: today, I spoke from the heart. And no matter what happens, I won’t regret being honest.

Because caring isn’t weakness. Sometimes, it’s the strongest thing you can do.

— Me