1 read somewhere that said - **There's a special kind of heartbreak in laughing at something and realizing you have no one to share it with anymore. That rare, inside-joke kind of funny-the kind only one soul on this planet would've understood. And your thumb still moves to their name out of old habit. But your heart stops you. Because that bridge is gone. And you don't get to send things to them anymore. So the laugh dies quietly inside you. It echoes around four walls that don't answer back. And the moment- the moment that should've been shared-just collapses into silence.**