If my silence could speak
Hard days have passed.
But what really scares me is the thought that maybe the truly hard days haven’t even come yet. That idea hollows me out inside. I keep praying—begging, really—that they don’t come anytime soon. Let me stay here a little longer, in this place of distance and unanswered hopes and small, cheap heartbreaks. Let me still cry over silly things and people who never truly mattered.
