he texts back now. We send memes. Share updates. Live our separate lives but weâre connected. Because I refused to let him disappear. Because I kept showing up even when he didnât respond. Because I believed that somewhere under the silence he was still there. That he still mattered. Three years of one-sided texting taught me that persistence isnât weakness. That caring when itâs not reciprocated is still caring. That sometimes people need to know theyâre not forgotten.ïżŒ
That somebody remembers them.