It started like a quiet hum in a room full of noise. A late-night text that turned into mornings. Laughter syncing up with silence in the best way. Promises wrapped in “I’m not going anywhere.”
No fight. No goodbye. No closure. Just the slow, strange realization that I was talking to a ghost. x ghosted.1
I don’t need an explanation anymore. Ghosting is the explanation. It says: I chose my peace over your confusion. And weirdly… I respect that now. It started like a quiet hum in a room full of noise
That’s what I’m calling this chapter. Not because I’m counting the times it’s happened, but because the first cut always leaves the deepest mark. x ghosted.1