Dear Jhi,
It’s been one week. Seven days without hearing from you. I never thought I would find myself counting the days, but here I am.
A week ago, I didn’t think our conversations would suddenly stop. I thought we’d eventually talk again, like we always did. I thought I’d wake up to a message, or maybe hear from you later in the day.
But a week has passed.
I don’t know what happened. I don’t know if you’re busy. I don’t know if life has simply become overwhelming. I don’t know if you just need space. Or maybe… I don’t know anything at all.
That’s the hardest part.
Not the silence itself, but not knowing what it means.
I keep wondering if you’re okay. I wonder if you’ve been taking care of yourself. I wonder if you’ve smiled at least once today. I wonder if you’ve thought about me, even for just a second.
Maybe you have. Maybe you haven’t. I honestly don’t know anymore.
I’ve realized that when you care about someone, your mind starts asking questions your heart can’t answer.
Every notification makes me look. Every time Discord says you’re online, a tiny part of me hopes it will be you. Every night, I tell myself, “Maybe tomorrow.”
And then tomorrow comes. Still quiet.
I want you to know that I never expected perfection from you. I never expected you to message me every minute of the day. I only hoped that if something had changed, you would let me know. Because waiting without understanding is difficult.
I don’t know where I stand anymore. I don’t know if I should wait patiently. I don’t know if I should give you more space. I don’t know if I’m still part of your life or if I’m slowly becoming part of your past. And that’s a painful place to be.
Despite all the questions, I hope you’re okay. I hope life is being kind to you. I hope you’re finding reasons to smile, even if they’re small.
Maybe one day you’ll read this. Maybe you won’t. Either way, these words are real.
One week later, I still care. One week later, I still hope you’re okay. One week later, I’m still trying to understand the silence.
Until then… Take care of yourself.
I’ll be here, quietly hoping that one day, the silence between us finally ends.
Always, Nikka