Garima Soni

Yes, I fail at missing you… but don’t mistake that for love, because that’s just out of habit. The truth is, I don’t even want to remember you anymore. Not your face, not your voice, not the version of me that tolerated you. You were a chapter that felt right, but it was a disaster. But now that I’ve grown, I’ve changed, I know the reality… I see you for who you are. So if forgetting you is slow, that’s fine. One day, even your memory will realise it is no longer welcome here.

Love doesn’t really end with fights, it ends with silence. Fights still mean there’s care, there’s effort, there’s something to save. But silence means giving up. When two people stop talking, everything slowly fades, the connection, the warmth, the understanding. Not communicating with someone you love leaves a wound that never fully heals. You move on, but a part of you always remembers how silence replaced words, and how love turned into distance without saying a thing.

Now I don’t let betrayal close my heart. Yes, it hurts deeply when someone breaks your trust, but that doesn’t mean everyone will do the same. I have learned to be careful, but not cold, because people are different..some hurt and some heal. I take my time to recover, to surround myself with those who bring peace and happiness. I have learned to forgive, not for them, but for my own peace, because holding on only hurts me more.

I have spent years trying to make others feel special…I did everything to be enough for them, to be liked by them, to be seen by them, to be loved back by them, but somewhere in thinking too much about them, I forgot to think about myself.