No warning signs, no goodbye to prepare...
No early warning signs.
Not even a short word for us to set ourselves up.
Everything goes quietly.
Like nothing happened at first.
We live a normal life.
Laugh. Talk. Stick to the same old familiarity.
Without even knowing that something is slowly changing.
Little by little... little by little... without us noticing.
The feeling that used to be clear became sparse.
The words that used to disappear
The distance that never existed gradually formed.
Without us questioning.
And when the day comes, we can really feel it.
The day of silence, it was too loud to overlook.
The days when everything is no longer the same.
So we asked ourselves,
Since when did it start to change...
But the answer
Always comes too late.
But "too late" that day.
Probably not the end of everything.
But it's the beginning.
That makes us learn will accept
That not every relationship
There will be a chance for us to prepare ourselves in advance.
And not all leave.
There will be a clear explanation.
Something... just ends.
Silently.
Leave only memories.
And the lesson in our hearts
Let us grow up.
Even a little late...
But it's better than not understanding it. 🌙🤍😊










































































































