Season 1, Episode 17 of "Before She Knew My Heart"
Some people hurt you by leaving.
Some hurt you by staying…but not the same.
And then there's her.
She didn't leave.She didn't fight.She didn't explain.
She just… became quiet.
And somehow,that hurt the most.
I've started understanding her silence.
Not fully.Not perfectly.
But enough to know it isn't empty.
It's filled with things she isn't saying.
And things I'm too afraid to ask.
There was a time when silence between us meant comfort.
We could sit for hours without talking —and still feel like everything was being said.
Now?
Silence feels like distance.
Like something is missing.
Like a conversation paused mid-sentence…and never continued.
She still walks past my door.
Still lives next to me.
Still exists in the same spaces she always has.
But something about her presence has changed.
It's softer.More careful.
Like she's trying not to disturb something fragile.
Sometimes, I hear her laugh.
Not with me.
And I pause.
Not because I'm jealous.
But because I remember that sound…being closer.
Being mine to hear without effort.
Now, it reaches me like an echo.
Familiar.But far.
I don't text her as much anymore.
Not because I don't want to.
But because I've learned something.
Not every feeling needs to be sent.
Some… just stay.
Last night, I opened our chat again.
Didn't type.
Didn't scroll much either.
Just looked at her name.
And smiled.
Because even now…it still feels like home.
I've started writing more.
Not code.
Not ideas.
Just… her.
"She doesn't text anymore.But I still check my phone like she might.
She doesn't ask if I ate.But I still eat on time — just in case she does.
She doesn't sit beside me.But I still leave space… like she might come back."
It's strange.
How someone can stop doing everything they used to…and still remain in every part of your life.
I don't hate her for it.
I never will.
Because even in her silence…there's care.
Not obvious.
Not loud.
But there.
In the way she still turns her light off only after mine.
In the way she pauses near my door sometimes.
In the way she almost called.
Yeah.
I saw that.
She doesn't know I did.
And I won't tell her.
Because that moment…was hers.
And maybe,it meant more than a conversation ever could.
I think I've reached a point where I don't need answers.
Not because I don't want them.
But because I've accepted something.
I love her.
Not because she talks to me.
Not because she chooses me every day.
But because somewhere, deep inside…she still matters the same.
And if her way of loving me right now…is silence,
Then maybe…
I'll learn to listen to it.
Because even her silence…
Still finds a way to reach me.
Still finds a way to stay.
Still finds a way to hurt me…
beautifully.
End of Chapter 17
📘 Before She Knew My Heart✍️ A Love Story by Saathwik