Every time you went silent, I softened the truth.
Told myself you were busy… tired… not okay.
But people don’t forget who matters to them.
They don’t disappear without a trace.
They don’t leave you guessing.
The truth?
You had time.
Just not for me.
Real friends don’t wait for the “right moment” to care.
They create it.
Even in chaos, they reach out.
But you… you had excuses.
And I had patience.
Too much of it.
What hurts isn’t your silence
it’s how loudly it showed me where I stand.
So I stopped asking, stopped waiting, stopped excusing.
Because I finally understood something simple:
You weren’t too busy…
you just weren’t choosing me.
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