#63 unseen
There is a peculiar kind of loneliness that exists only in the presence of someone you love. It is the silence that follows after saying, "I'm hurting," and wondering if your words ever reached the other side. Perhaps the cruelest feeling is not being abandoned. It is being seen, yet somehow remaining unseen. You tell someone your heart is breaking, but they continue talking as if they never heard the sound. They say you are the one they love the most. Yet somehow, you become the place where loneliness echoes the loudest. I don't know what hurts more— having no one... or realizing the person you run to cannot see the weight you're carrying. Some wounds do not bleed. They simply learn to stay quiet.
