The Unheard Echoes: A Heart’s Soliloquy

“Some echoes aren’t meant to return—they’re meant to be heard once, and felt forever.”
—Elowen

You say you love me.
That I’m your best friend.

But you don’t listen.
Not really.

You hear the words, but not the ache beneath them.
You say you know me,
but you flinch when I show you the parts that don’t fit your idea of me.

You repeat what others have said—
the ones who never saw me clearly—
and when it comes from your mouth,
it burns.

I’ve been called too much, too sharp, too honest.
I never cared.
But when you say it,
it tears something open.

I would go to war for you.
I would burn down the sky if someone hurt you.

So why do you doubt me?
Why do I feel like I have to shrink to be safe with you?

I thought you loved me for who I am.
Not the edited version.
Not the one who swallows her fire.

Today, when you questioned my loyalty—
when you made me feel like I had to prove my devotion—
something cracked.

I don’t want to change myself.
Not for you. Not for anyone.

I just wanted to be seen.

And now, I’m speaking into silence.

“In the silence of your absence, my words find no home,
An echo chamber of my soul, where my truths roam.
In the quietude, my spirit speaks, a monologue of the heart,
A plea for understanding, before we drift apart.”

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Because even soliloquies deserve to be heard without interruption.
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