Three years of silence was never a weakness — it was grief doing grief, freezing you still until the thaw. My world had collapsed, and now im warming again, trying to build a life from what grief left me with. im not a man of crowds, not one for circles or chatter. I trust rarely, I open slowly — warming from the colder. A message online, a spark, a meeting, a meal, songs shared in the quiet — pieces of myself I never meant to give away. From nothing to meetings, she grew into my all — not a partner, not a love, but a lifeline, a steady voice in the long quiet void. Inside you, the old voice rises: Don’t get close. Don’t rely. Don’t risk the hurt. You’re safer alone. So I loosen my hold, let the quiet take its place. Some endings don’t shout — sometimes they just quietly fade.... they just quietly fade....,, quietly fade. Andy.B 21. 04. 2026
