in the silence… | the matters of you and I, part 1

What’s the point of pretending?

What’s the point of sitting in silence

when the heart bleeds?

Don’t you feel it?

The drip sliding down

until it reaches the pit,

stirring up the essence

of your soul.

The pages are turning.

A new chapter is brewing.

The main characters—

they’re being tested,

broken,

abused,

and pruned.

Walking around,

eyes grazing every view,

yet only satisfied with one.

One person.

One face.

One presence.

But something lingers in between,

causing tension in the seams.

Is it timing?

Is it fear?

Is it pride pretending to protect us?

We tend to go our separate ways,

pulling back before the touch turns to fire,

before the truth spills out

and makes a mess

neither of us is ready to clean.

Two paths carved

from the same heartbeat,

now echoing in silence.

We walk,

pretending our footsteps

don’t miss the same rhythm.

But I hear yours—

even when I’m alone.

I still feel your voice

in the quietest corners of my day.

Still catch your name

in conversations you were never part of.

Still ache

in the places you used to fill.

And yet—

I sit here,

wondering if you feel it too.

What’s the point

of holding it in,

of calling it growth

if we never return to the garden?

What’s the point

of pretending

when the love is still breathing,

just beneath the surface?

Maybe this is what pruning feels like—

loving someone in silence,

hoping the roots go deep enough

to meet again

in bloom.