The Silence Between Us

Silence between Us

When Silence Becomes the Loudest Sound

There is a kind of silence that feels heavier than noise. Not the peaceful kind, but the one that lingers in the space where a familiar voice used to be.

Routine makes us accustomed to small things, a call at the same hour, a message lighting up the screen, a conversation that never feels forced. But when that rhythm is broken, something shifts. The absence isn’t just felt; it echoes.

A Call That Never Came

The phone stays still. The screen remains dark. There’s no ring, no familiar name appearing on the display. Just a missed call that was never returned. The mind starts questioning, Was it something I said? Are they busy? Or is something changing?

It’s not about obsession, not about dependency. It’s about the void left behind by a voice that once felt like home. The wait turns into a silent conversation with oneself, searching for answers in an empty space.

Not All Silences Are Equal

Maybe it’s just a delay, or maybe it’s a sign. Some silences are temporary, a pause before the words return. Others stretch indefinitely, speaking more than any words could. The hardest part is not knowing which one it is.

Until then, the wait continues, not just for a call, but for the reassurance that silence won’t be the final answer.

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