I didn't know how quickly things could change.
One day, everything felt right.And the next…
nothing made sense anymore.
21 August
Something felt different today.Something I couldn't explain… but I could feel it.
It wasn't loud.
No fight.No clear ending.
Just… something strange.
Some misunderstanding.
Something said.Something believed.
Something that I never got the chance to explain.
And just like that—
you stopped talking to me.
No "good morning."No messages.No late-night conversations.
Nothing.
"The hardest part isn't losing someone… it's not knowing why you lost them."
I remember staring at my phone that day.
Again and again.
Waiting.
Thinking maybe you'd text.Maybe this was temporary.Maybe everything would go back to how it was.
But it didn't.
22 August
He didn't text today.And I don't know what I did wrong.
Days started feeling empty.
Not quiet—empty.
Like something important had been taken away from my day…without warning.
You came back.
Added me again.
And for a moment—
I thought maybe everything would be okay.
We talked a little.
Not like before.
Not the same comfort.Not the same warmth.
And then—
you left again.
"Sometimes, people come back… just to remind you how it feels to lose them again."
Four days passed like that.
Slow. Heavy. Confusing.
When you added me again…we didn't even talk.
You sent me some something.
I saw the notification.
But I didn't open them.
I don't know why.
Maybe I was hurt.Maybe I was tired.Maybe I just didn't know how to act normal anymore.
And you—
you got angry.
And left again.
Just like that.
28 August
I think I've lost something… and I don't even know how.
The last days of August felt endless.
Each day heavier than the one before.
I wasn't the same anymore.
I stopped talking like I used to.Stopped laughing for no reason.
I became quiet.
Too quiet.
My family noticed.
They asked what happened.
Why I wasn't the same.
Why I looked so lost.
But how do you explain somethingyou don't even understand yourself?
"How do you tell someone you're hurting… when you don't even know what broke you?"
It affected me more than I expected.
Not just emotionally.
Physically too.
I felt weak.
Tired.
Like something inside me had just… given up.
But maybe the only thing that kept me okay—
was being at home.
My mother.
Her presence.
Her care.
Even when I couldn't explain anything…
she stayed.
"Sometimes, we survive heartbreak not because we're strong… but because someone quietly holds us together."
But even then—
something was missing.
You.
Not just you—
but the way you used to be.
The way we used to be.
All I wanted…
was to talk.
Just once.
To clear everything.
To understand what went wrong.
But silence stayed.
And I was left with questionsthat never found answers.
"Some misunderstandings don't just create distance… they create silence that words can never fix."
And maybe…
"And maybe… that's where 'us' slowly started fading."