Sometimes the sharpest pain isn’t the loss of the person, but the shame of having believed so deeply in something that never really existed. And yet… isn’t that what makes us human? To hope, even when reason whispers otherwise.

I couldn’t help but think about how easily we underestimate the weight of our words, or even our silences. A simple “let’s talk” may feel casual or undecided to us, but for someone holding onto hope, it can become a promise, a whole story written between the lines...