ShannanRichards
When I escaped to an Airbnb in Portugal to heal and write again, I didn't expect a man with a voice that shook something deep inside me.
A "yowwwww" through the hallway.
Lion eyes.
A presence that commanded the room without trying.
We fell fast - peppermint tea after his food‑eating challenges, late‑night talks, hugs that felt like home. His eyes always lingered on me, but his words never did. His love stayed silent, even when it hurt us both.
One night, during one of his live challenges, my voice slipped into the stream. His fans asked if I was his girlfriend. He didn't answer. The next day, his unstable ex showed up in his live, proving exactly what I'd warned him about. He knew he hurt me. I didn't open my door. His apology came quietly:
"Are you hungry? I'll bring something back."
I left when my heart couldn't carry the silence anymore.
February came.
On the 13th - my birthday - he called at 11:59 PM.
Valentine's Day came.
He said nothing.
So I chose myself - gym, discipline, healing, becoming the woman I should've been all along.
But threads don't break easily.
And some Valentines aren't silent forever.
A story of unspoken love, quiet heartbreak, healing, and the words I always deserved to hear.