i'm sorry for telling you how your actions made me feel. next time, i just won't say anything, and you'll wonder why i've grown quiet and distant. i'll keep it to myself, even when it hurts, even when i need you the most. i'll stop explaining, stop reaching out, and stop hoping you'll understand. maybe you'll think everything is fine because i won't complain anymore. but the truth is, my silence means i'm learning to live without expecting anything from you. and that's when you slowly start losing me.