The Word "Missing" Was Never Cheap 🔥🖋️

A pen does not bleed poetry from an empty soul.

Meaning is not written by accident. Words are not always cheap. Sometimes, words are the only place the heart dares to speak.

So if you think my words are cheap, think again.

Flowery words don't come from rotten hearts. But perhaps the seed was never planted well enough because the soil was already dead.

And let's talk about one word.

Missing.

Such a small word, yet so heavy.

People throw it around as if it means nothing.

But the truth is, the word missing does not come out easily. It sits in silence. It fights pride. It survives distance. It stays trapped behind walls for far longer than anyone realises.

The word itself only speaks when the longing has become a prison.

When silence can no longer contain what is felt.

I don't tell people I miss them unless I mean it.

I don't open my heart to everyone.

I don't give my loyalty away freely.

Anyone who truly knows me knows how small my circle is because I don't easily let people in.

Because loyalty is not a game.

Loyalty is king.

And true loyalty is given once, completely, and without conditions.

The funny thing about life is that the biggest lies rarely look like lies.

The fake never needs to prove they're fake(they never give up though). They wear the mask well enough that everyone believes it's real.

You watch people claim loyalty while betraying it.

You watch deception dressed up as sincerity.

You watch masks become identities. 🎭

And somehow, the people who stay through every storm, every breakdown, every dark night, even in a distance, are questioned the most.

Fake people are easy to spot if you're intelligent enough. The tragedy is that sometimes the real ones are mistaken for fake, while the fake ones become masters at pretending to be real.

I buried my fear of your distance and my longing.

I stopped chasing answers.

I stopped needing validation.

Because I told myself something simple:

If love was real enough, strong enough, honest enough...

You would find your way back to me.

What belongs to me does not need to be forced.

What is real does not need to be hunted.

What is meant for me will recognize me.

I never needed proof.

I never needed a title.

I never needed constant reassurance. Observation is loud, your energy is always in sync. Your energy traveled and told me answers.

Because if something is truly mine, life has a strange way of bringing it back.

And if it isn't, no amount of holding on will make it stay.

As for the truth?

Burn the proof.

Burn every screenshot, every evidence, every story.

I could show you who treated your loyalty like it was worth nothing.

I could show you who took sincerity for granted.

I could show you who wore masks so convincing that everyone believed them.

But I won't.

Because awareness borrowed from another person's eyes is never as powerful as awareness discovered for yourself.

One day, you'll see it.

Not because I showed you.

But because life will.

And when that day comes, every missing piece will finally make sense.

Time reveals everyone eventually.

The masks fall.

The truth surfaces.

And those who were genuine never needed to perform in the first place.

Because the truth has never needed an audience.

And perhaps that is the lesson.

To inspire others, you first have to walk through the fire.

To motivate others, you must know what it feels like to stand in the ashes and wonder if you'll ever rise again.

To heal others, you have to understand pain—not from books, but from living through it.

I didn't become who I am out of nowhere.

I've sat with longing.

I've wrestled with distance.

I've learned that acceptance can sometimes hurt more than holding on.

And while the pain of longing and accepting distance can be confusing, it also changes you.

Pain transforms.

Fire refines.

Time reveals.

So if you see me tomorrow, don't expect the same person.

Because every wound taught me something.

Every disappointment strengthened me.

Every silence reshaped me.

And introduced me to a version of myself I had never met before.

The fire wasn't sent to destroy me.

It was sent to rebuild me.

Tomorrow, I won't be who I was today.

Tomorrow is a whole new me.

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written at; 3:07AM (if it resonates)

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