Living in the Margins

The worst kind of heartbreak isn't the ending itself, but the silence that comes without

a warning. You find yourself replaying every conversation, desperate to find

a sign you missed because your brain is built for patterns and endings. But when someone

tears the final pages out of your story, you are left living in the margins.

You would honestly take a truth that breaks you over guessing every single night.

Eventually, you have to write the end yourself. Closure isn't the truth they didn't

speak, it is learning that the ending was never yours to keep.