Sometimes you put yourself out there, hoping maybe this time it’ll be different.
You open up a part of yourself, even though it feels a bit scary, and you reach out, thinking maybe they’ll reach back the same way.
You wait for a response, something—anything—that shows they care, that they see you the way you see them.
But instead, you’re left with silence, or a response that feels so far from what you hoped for.

They leave your message on read, or don’t respond at all.
And with each moment that passes, with every notification that’s not them, your heart sinks a little more.
You start questioning yourself "was it something you said, something you did?" "Maybe you were too eager, too open."
Maybe...