What I Didn’t See

We drifted like conversations do, not broken, just quieter than we once knew. No reason clear, no real goodbye, just distance growing without asking why. I thought the silence was safer that way, like stepping back meant less to say. I told myself space was the right thing to choose, never knowing what I might lose. If there was something I failed to see, something real that lived quietly just know I wasn’t turning away, I just didn’t know how to stay.