I Just Wanted You to Listen

I wasn’t silent. You just weren’t listening.

Some people say they love you in ways that sound steady and warm.
They call you their best friend, their safe place, the person they trust most.
But love doesn’t mean much when it never reaches you the way it reaches them.
And sometimes the people closest to you are the ones who hear you the least.

There’s a kind of ache that comes from being misunderstood by someone who swears they know your heart.
You speak plainly, tell the truth, and show them who you are without filters or sugar coating.
But they only hear the version of you they’ve already decided on.
The one that fits their comfort and doesn’t challenge them.
The one that isn’t fully you.

And when they flinch at your honesty, it stings.
Not because you were harsh, but because you were real.
Because you’ve always been real.
Your honesty has never been new.
It has never been sudden.
It has never been a surprise.
Yet somehow, they act like it is.

There’s another kind of hurt that comes from watching someone stay quiet when your name is dragged.
Not strangers.
Not acquaintances.
People who never saw you clearly.
People who twisted your directness into something sharp.
People who made your sincerity sound like a flaw.

And she let their words sit in the air.
She didn’t defend you.
She didn’t correct them.
She didn’t say, “That’s not who she is.”
She just stayed quiet.
And silence can bruise just as hard as anything spoken.

You would never let someone talk about her like that.
Not for a second.
You would go to war for her.
You would burn down the sky if someone hurt her.
Your loyalty has always been loud, even when your voice wasn’t.

So when she doubted you, it cracked something open.
When she questioned your devotion, it made you wonder why you felt like you had to shrink for her to feel safe around you.
Why you had to make yourself smaller so she wouldn’t get uncomfortable with who you really are.

You thought she loved you for who you are.
Not the edited version.
Not the quiet version.
Not the one who swallows her fire.

And the truth is, sometimes you’re quiet because you’re hurting.
There’s so much sadness inside you, but she doesn’t see it.
She doesn’t hear it.
Because she doesn’t listen.

Today made things clear.
Her doubt.
Her silence.
Her willingness to believe other people’s words more than yours.
Her choice to listen to their version of you instead of the one you’ve shown her all along.

You’re not angry.
You’re just finally seeing things clearly.
You kept trying to make yourself small so she’d feel comfortable, but you’re done shrinking.
If she can’t hear you when you’re honest, then she doesn’t get to have you when you’re quiet.

You just wanted to be seen.
You just wanted to be heard.
You just wanted her to listen.

By Eve

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Because even quiet honesty deserves to be heard.
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