TessaReneeThis is what I didn’t share because I wasn’t ready to be talked out of it. I wasn’t ready for reassurance that felt more like dismissal, or questions that asked me to soften something I had finally allowed myself to feel fully.
I kept it quiet while I sorted through it slowly. While I tried to understand why certain moments lingered longer than others. Why some absences felt louder than any conversation we’d had. I told myself I was being dramatic, sensitive, overaware. But the truth kept showing up the same way, no matter how many times I tried to ignore it.
What I didn’t share was how often I noticed the shift before it became obvious. How I felt the distance forming even while things still looked fine on the surface. How my body registered the change before my mind was willing to admit it.
I didn’t share how much effort it took to stay composed. To keep responding normally. To act unaffected while quietly recalibrating my expectations. I carried that part privately because I needed space to decide what it meant without outside influence.
This isn’t about blame or regret. It’s about honesty. About admitting that I was processing something in real time and chose not to narrate it. I needed to understand my own truth before inviting anyone else into it.
So I didn’t share it. I sat with it until it made sense. Until I knew what I was feeling, why I was feeling it, and what I needed to do next. Silence wasn’t avoidance. It was part of the clarity.
Final Thought:
Not everything unsaid is unresolved. Some things just need space to become clear.
Disclaimer
This isn’t a delayed confession or a hidden message. It’s a personal truth that stayed private by choice. If this feels familiar, remember not everything you don’t hear was meant for you.
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