The Quiet that Chose Me

The Quiet that Chose Me

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The Quiet that Chose Me is not a love story-it's what's left after one. This collection began with a single ache, but it grew like all things we bury. Ana was never trying to be a poet; she was just trying to understand what silence was asking of her. What it meant to be the one who stayed, forgave, and waited. What it meant to trace the outline of a man who couldn't forget his past... or the women who lived there. You will meet Carly. She is not the villain, though she hurt him first. You will meet Ana. She is not innocent, though she wanted to be. And you will meet the man. He will promise love, cry during storms, and sometimes disappear inside himself so deeply that no one, not even the person who loves him most, can bring him back. These poems and their attempts. To speak where there was silence. To feel where numbness was safer. To love, even when she should have left. If you've ever looked at someone and wondered, "Why didn't you fight for me?" If you've ever whispered, "I'm still here," to someone who was already gone... Then maybe this quiet chose you too. Maybe you'll find yourself in the spaces between their words. Maybe that's where all the truth really lives. - cherricracy
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I was never meant to stand out. Just a quiet guy in a crowded world-walking hallways, reading books I never cared about, watching people laugh from a distance. Then one day... she forgot her book in the library, Hana. She didn't say much. She never smiled. But for the first time, I saw someone who felt like a reflection of me - Alone. Detached. Tired. I don't know why I picked up her book, but I did. And that one, simple decision? It changed everything. This isn't some perfect love story. We didn't fall fast. We just... found each other-in the silence, in the grief, in the little moments most people overlook. This is about loneliness. About losing everything. About finding someone when you've stopped looking. And about learning to live, even when your days are numbered. This is our story. These are our... Unwritten Pages.

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