Every Version Of Me You Never Met

You grew up in a house where his slippers sat by the door — but his presence never reached you.You learned to keep your stories to yourself, to wear “good behaviour” like a badge.You called it strength, but it was silence in disguise.And now, even with years between you, the weight of everything unsaid still lingers.This isn’t just about him.It’s about the children still mourning the living.The ones still waiting for a love that never arrived.And what it takes to finally end the waiting — for good.contact me✉: [email protected]