Ghosted.1 - X

Then the pauses got longer. The replies turned into echoes. And one day — nothing.

So here’s to the one who disappeared without a sound. You taught me that absence speaks louder than words ever could. And I’m still here — whole, warm, and learning to let go without slamming the door. x ghosted.1

It started like a quiet hum in a room full of noise. A late-night text that turned into mornings. Laughter syncing up with silence in the best way. Promises wrapped in “I’m not going anywhere.” Then the pauses got longer