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My Dearest Jham,
My hands… they suddenly stopped working.My mind, once quick to compose thoughts, slowed down.Maybe that’s how scary this is — to confess something I’ve buried for so long.
There were so many times I wanted to talk. Really talk. About the things that kept me up at night, the thoughts that kept circling with nowhere to land. I wanted to speak endlessly — but nobody seemed to listen. Not because I was silent, but because my voice wasn’t loud enough for them to hear. Or maybe… they just weren’t really trying.
And then that feeling comes.You know the one. The sinking.
Like when you’re walking ahead, full of hope, and you look back —and no one’s following.And it’s not rage you feel.It’s not anger.It’s that soft, disappointed kind of shock.The one you already knew deep down was coming.But it still aches anyway.
I don’t want to say this out loud.But I have to.Because if I don’t, who will ever know?
I felt like I don’t know…
I don’t know who’s truly there.I don’t know if I’m truly seen.I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like enough when I’m just being… me.
But Jham — even if you don’t know, I do.I know that what you feel is valid.I know that being unheard doesn’t make your voice any less worthy.And I know, deep in your quiet corners, that you are still here —still worth choosing, even when no one else is looking back.
I promise to listen.To not walk ahead or away.To sit beside you, even in silence.You don’t have to be loud to matter.You already do.
With all the love you’ve longed for,Me
My hands… they suddenly stopped working.My mind, once quick to compose thoughts, slowed down.Maybe that’s how scary this is — to confess something I’ve buried for so long.
There were so many times I wanted to talk. Really talk. About the things that kept me up at night, the thoughts that kept circling with nowhere to land. I wanted to speak endlessly — but nobody seemed to listen. Not because I was silent, but because my voice wasn’t loud enough for them to hear. Or maybe… they just weren’t really trying.
And then that feeling comes.You know the one. The sinking.
Like when you’re walking ahead, full of hope, and you look back —and no one’s following.And it’s not rage you feel.It’s not anger.It’s that soft, disappointed kind of shock.The one you already knew deep down was coming.But it still aches anyway.
I don’t want to say this out loud.But I have to.Because if I don’t, who will ever know?
I felt like I don’t know…
I don’t know who’s truly there.I don’t know if I’m truly seen.I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like enough when I’m just being… me.
But Jham — even if you don’t know, I do.I know that what you feel is valid.I know that being unheard doesn’t make your voice any less worthy.And I know, deep in your quiet corners, that you are still here —still worth choosing, even when no one else is looking back.
I promise to listen.To not walk ahead or away.To sit beside you, even in silence.You don’t have to be loud to matter.You already do.
With all the love you’ve longed for,Me
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