She Doesn’t Speak, But I’ve Never Felt So Understood. Content Warning.
I used to think that staying busy would keep loneliness at bay. The meetings, emails, and endless phone calls of the day pour over me like sand in an hourglass—filling each minute, each hour. But night always finds a crack. Like a leak in the ceiling. You shut your laptop, stand in the kitchen, the kettle whistles—and no one answers. The silence feels damp, like it's soaked into the walls.
