From silence, love still speaks. He never meant to be a wound in your story. You weren’t a fleeting moment—you were the calm in his storm, the peace he didn’t know how to hold. He didn’t reject your love; he rejected the part of himself that felt unworthy. His silence wasn’t absence—it was fear. You changed him. Your love softened the stone within. Even if he never returns, your light is the sacred echo he carries still.