There's a version of me that would've reached for your hand without hesitation.
A version that didn't overthink your silences or decode every word like a secret message.
A version that knew, deeply and certainly, that she was wanted back.
But that version never got to live.
She stayed quiet.
She watched you grow distant.
She let herself believe that maybe it was all in her head.
So the version you met?
She smiled when she wanted to cry.
She laughed too quickly.
And she never told you what it felt like to watch you fade away.