From Words to Actions, and the Hope for Reunion
I’ve always known that life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. Along the winding road of our lives, we encounter so many people. Some become our friends, some may turn into rivals. From those who become friends, some stay by our side longer, while others drift away, leaving us somewhere in the middle of the journey. Sometimes there’s a reason, sometimes, it’s simply the way it is.
None of us ever likes farewells, especially not with people who once lit up our world. When I hear your name, it’s like a silent movie reel begins in my mind, playing moments we shared. We would talk until the early hours, and even though the conversations were often random, they meant everything. Those small moments, those seemingly insignificant chats, kept me awake in ways I can’t fully explain.
I remember the way you would gently take my hand as we walked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Or the way you’d wrap your arms around me without a word, simply because you wanted to feel close. I always believed your love language was physical touch, but back then, I struggled. I didn’t realize that my hesitancy wasn’t about you; it was about me. I was clumsy with expressing my love in actions, even though words came more easily to me. I could tell you I loved you, but when it came to showing it, I wasn’t sure my actions fully made you feel it.
I tried — God knows I did — to make you feel comfortable, to make you feel that your emotions were valid and understood by me. Maybe I did understand you deeply, but I know I wasn’t as good at proving it through my actions, not the way others in your life could. While they may have been able to make you feel cared for in ways that were clear and immediate, I always wondered if my actions were falling short, even though I loved you just as much.
Looking back now, I see how I’ve grown. I’m better at showing love through actions, not just words. Maybe I won’t follow the path others took to make you feel seen or understood, but I believe that my way now — my own way — would feel like heaven to you. I’ve learned how to express my love, not just through what I say, but in ways that speak to your heart, in ways that would make you feel cherished, safe, and truly known.
How I wish we could meet now. How I wish you could meet the version of me who understands love better. The one who isn’t afraid to express it. But, as always, I was late in becoming this person. And as always, you couldn’t wait.
I often wonder what you’re up to now. Funny, isn’t it? Despite how deeply we once cared for each other, we’ve been reduced to silent spectators on Instagram, barely exchanging more than a like or a view. I don’t even see your name pop up in my DMs.
Maybe we grew tired — maybe you grew tired of waiting for me to understand the love you were offering. Or maybe it was something else. I’ve thought about it so many times: was it because I couldn’t understand you in the way you needed me to? I know now how important it is to truly understand someone — not just through words, but through the unspoken language of emotions, actions, and silence. I know that understanding someone is a form of love in itself, and I regret not grasping it sooner.
But despite everything, I have this quiet hope. The universe, I believe, isn’t done with us yet. I can’t shake the feeling that the universe still wants our paths to cross again — that it wants you to see this version of me. The universe, with all its mysterious ways, has a way of bringing people back to where they are meant to be. I believe it wants us to share our lives again, to see how much we’ve both grown, and to walk together once more.
I didn’t expect to write these words. I thought we’d last forever — or at least longer than this. But what can I do? Maybe our journey together has paused for now. Maybe we needed this time apart to grow as individuals. But my heart tells me we’re not finished.
And someday, if the universe brings us back together, what will you say to me?
