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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"Loving you is exhausting and hard. Give me a freaking break." he said. "Then why are you still here?", she whispered with a pale and trembling voice, holding back the tears that were willing to fall down her cheeks. Laura never wanted to fall in love with someone she couldn't touch - someone who only existed behind a screen, a voice borne by time zones and poor connections. But Evan made distance seem hazardous. He made every silence burn. "You could've stopped talking to me." she said to him once. "I tried," he said. "You just wouldn't leave my fucking head." Somewhere in between their late-night phone calls and the words they never spoke, something real started to take shape - delicate, wrong, and beautiful. But love such as theirs was going to shatter. It was constructed on waiting, on jealousy, on all the things they couldn't have. And maybe that's the cruelest kind of love - the kind that feels infinite, but ends the moment you wake up. Until Aiden walked in - the man who was real, present, and everything Evan couldn't be. Aman who had actually been beside her even when she broke his heart, even when she drifted away to chase someone who made her heart ache in ways she never imagined. "He doesn't deserve you. please wake up Lau." Aiden told her. "Then why does it still feel like he's the one?" she whispered. "You're crazy." Somewhere between what she wanted and what she needed, Laura lost control. Between time zones and heartbreak, between messages and memories, something between them had shattered. Because sometimes, love doesn't ask you to choose between two people - it asks you to choose which part of yourself you're willing to destroy.

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