Stillness Tells The Truth

There comes a moment when words are no longer needed.

Not because nothing is felt, but because everything essential has already been said — quietly, clearly, and more than once. At that point, what matters is not explanation, but observation.

I am learning to listen to the body as much as the mind. To notice when bids for closeness go unanswered. When timing never quite aligns. When warmth exists, but choosing does not. When connection soothes, yet does not gather itself into something shared.

This is not a judgment. It is not a grievance.

It is simply information.

Stillness has a way of revealing what effort tries to negotiate away. When I stop reaching, the shape of the relationship becomes clearer — not worse, just more honest.

I value tenderness, presence, and mutual pacing. I value being responded to, not merely accommodated. Emotional safety, for me, includes being able to reach without being minimized or deferred.

For now, I am choosing steadiness. Less interpretation. Less striving. More self-respect.

I don’t need answers tonight.

I only need to remain aligned with what I already know.

Here, as I am.

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