and they r gone.

 

one day, they’ll look back and see the countless times someone tried to reach them, but they refused to listen. they’ll rmbr the moments when they were told their words and actions were causing pain, and how they shrugged it off as if it din matter. they’ll recall being warned dat someone they cared about was slipping away, yet they din take it seriously.

the kind gestures, the thoughtful acts, the sacrifices made; all taken for granted - will come flooding back to them. they’ll think about how pride was cast aside time and time again jst to hold thgs together, even when it wasnt their fault. they’ll rmbr the way they were loved - the kisses, the laughter, the quiet moments of tenderness. they’ll hear the echoes of someone saying, “i love u,” wit sincerity and care, and how it was met wit indifference.

even the flaws they criticised - the thgs they called “toxic" - will feel different when they realise those were boundaries being drawn, not battles being waged. and when they sit in the silence left behind, they’ll understand. they’ll see how someone who once fought for them finally had no fight left to giv.

by then, it wont matter anymore. becoz when someone stops talking, stops trying, stops hoping - they r already gone.