Missing someone is already hard. But missing someone you can’t contact—that’s a different kind of ache. It’s the silence that stretches too long. The words you want to say but have nowhere to send. The memories that replay in your mind, unanswered.
You check your phone, hoping for a message that won’t come. You write drafts you’ll never send. You wonder if they’re thinking of you too, or if you’ve become just a chapter in their past. The distance isn’t just physical—it’s emotional. And it hurts.
This feeling is heavy. It’s the longing to reconnect, to explain, to ask, to simply hear their voice. But the door is closed. Whether by choice, circumstance, or time—you’re left with only your heart and its quiet ache.
But even in this silence, your love is real. Your memories are valid. And your feelings matter. You may not be able to reach them, but you can still honor what you felt. You can still heal. You can still grow.
Because sometimes, missing someone is not about getting them back—it’s about finding yourself again.
