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There are moments when you may have liked my posts, left your precious words in comments, or sent me messages hoping for a reply. And yes, sometimes you may have waited… waited longer than you should have, only to find silence in return.
If that silence ever hurt you, forgive me. It wasn’t always carelessness—it was life. Sometimes I was lost in my own storms, sometimes too tired to gather words, and sometimes, I simply couldn’t give you the reply your heart expected.
But please know this: your presence never went unnoticed. Your kindness never lost its place. My replies—or the absence of them—do not measure your worth. They only reflect the moments I was caught up in my own tides.
So don’t tie your happiness to my words. Don’t waste your sunshine waiting for me to respond. Instead, live freely, breathe deeply, and let your heart bloom in its own rhythm. And if ever my silence lingers, may you still feel the quiet gratitude I hold for you. Because even unspoken, it is real. Even unwritten, it is true.
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There are moments when you may have liked my posts, left your precious words in comments, or sent me messages hoping for a reply. And yes, sometimes you may have waited… waited longer than you should have, only to find silence in return.
If that silence ever hurt you, forgive me. It wasn’t always carelessness—it was life. Sometimes I was lost in my own storms, sometimes too tired to gather words, and sometimes, I simply couldn’t give you the reply your heart expected.
But please know this: your presence never went unnoticed. Your kindness never lost its place. My replies—or the absence of them—do not measure your worth. They only reflect the moments I was caught up in my own tides.
So don’t tie your happiness to my words. Don’t waste your sunshine waiting for me to respond. Instead, live freely, breathe deeply, and let your heart bloom in its own rhythm. And if ever my silence lingers, may you still feel the quiet gratitude I hold for you. Because even unspoken, it is real. Even unwritten, it is true.
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