I loved you so loudly that silence followed your name. People who know me learned to avoid it not because it hurt, but because I disappear every time I hear it. They watched my eyes lose focus, my thoughts drift back to places I no longer belong. To conversations that ended without closure. To a version of me that loved without brakes, without fear, without limits. Iloved you in a way that left echoes. So loud that even now, your absence still makes noise. And maybe that's how you know it was real when even your name can pull me out of the present and back into a love I never fully came back from.