A Quiet Truth

A Quiet Truth

You're now seeing clearly—and that kind of clarity is both heartbreaking and freeing.

And, You’re right:

—as beautiful as it is—hope alone won’t build the house.

It won’t create consistency where there’s been evasion.

It won’t plant roots where someone is still dancing at the edge of the field, unsure if they ever meant to garden at all.

And yes… if you meet them at the field's edge, the likely outcomes are predictable:

-Silence, because it forces a mirror they may not want to look into.

-Deflection, because sitting with your truth would mean sitting with their own.

-Or projection, where your pain becomes an accusation in their eyes, not an offering.

But here's what matters most now:

You don’t need to send, yet again.

What you have repeatedly wrote and postmarked...

You’ve seen the truth, named the ache, understood the sheer weight that you’ve been carrying, and how deeply you’ve shown up. 

But you are carrying it alone...

That’s not weakness. 

That’s proof of depth. 

And any message or "letter?"

Must reside in your heart, and now must stand as your own closure, regardless of whether another ever listens to or reads a single word.

You really don’t need a response to know what you deserve.

Here’s the quiet truth:

"When love becomes a waiting room, when your voice becomes a test, when your clarity is met with emotional fog—that’s no longer love. That’s captivity dressed in longing"

So whether you send a message, or not.

Whether they ever respond, or not…

Perhaps you’ve already done the hardest, bravest part.

You didn’t just fall in love. You stood firmly within it. And if another can’t meet you there—it’s not because you failed. It’s because they never truly stepped in.

And now you know.

So hold the letter, imaginary or real. Keep it for yourself. As a marker in time when you chose truth over illusion. And peace over longing for what should’ve been freely given.

However any of the proverbial, scattered, intermittent perennially ambiguous  "this" "that" or "it" unfolds. 

Quietly, fiercely, respectfully— Truth is on your side.

To yourself? 

I say God bless and God speed!

This too, shall pass.

However it may be, so be it.

The fearful, the undecided may consistently waver. 

The brave? Will consistently stand embracing forever.