Dear Diary: Between the Signals and the Silence

April was the spark-the start of something that felt like a storm was coming. May was our masterpiece, a perfect time that felt like it would last forever. But June was the eviction notice. It was cold and sudden, like being told to pack my bags and leave.

Now, the silence is all I have. I keep reading over these pages, wondering: are we really done, or is this just a break before the next act?

"It didn't break all at once; it just slowly faded. I wonder if you felt it too, or if you were already moving on while I was still trying to keep us together.

Not knowing if this is truly over is the hardest part. It's like being stuck in limbo, waiting for a sign that never comes.

Reading my old notes feels strange. I wrote them when I truly believed we were going to make it, and that version of me feels like a stranger now.

I keep calling this a "break" because I'm scared to admit it's finished. Maybe I'm just not ready to turn the page yet."