You taught me more than I expected. It was thanks to your actions, not to your words, which I built the world that I now carry with me. No explanation, no education. Simply with what you were.
Our relationship did not need great words, clarifications on the situation or of vague promises. It was silent, but whole. In a sense unspeakable. You were there even when you said nothing.. And it was precisely in this that I began to understand more than in all the explanations put together. Not because you want to show me something. But why you just were who you are.
You have not given any education. You haven’t solved it. You only were following me. And in this, for the first time I felt what it means to be seen without being judged. Your lack of pressure gave me the space to become who I am. Not because of you. For myself, with you. Don’t ask for anything, you got the most possible.
It was not love in the classic sense of the term.
It was neither fiery nor chaotic. It was not a fairy tale. But he was right.. Family. Calm. Fundamental. As something that does not need explanations. The point was in the way you let me go on my way. And in the way you stayed by my side when I fell. Not as Salvatore. Like someone who understands that sometimes people just need someone to see them, even when they are sad.
Your habits have silently settled in me.
Everything I didn’t notice until you left. In the way I support the cup. In that break before the answer. In the way I sometimes prefer to withdraw rather than explain. You didn’t take anything away from me, you gave me a part of you who slowly merged with mine.. No coercion. No purpose. You remained inside me, like a silent habit that you never notice until you miss it.
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Power without theatricality
Your power was not noisy. You stayed when it would be easier to leave.. And this was precisely the lesson I needed: stability does not need applause. That love does not scream. And this security is not flashy, but reliable. Your presence showed me that it is not necessary to win to be enough. You just have to be: whole, imperfect, but true.
You didn’t correct me, you helped me find myself.
When I was confused, you didn’t drive me. You just missed. And that’s why I had the courage to stay. You didn’t taught me to live. You showed me that I can live my life.. And this is the most powerful gift that one person can do to another. Non -authoritarian. Not instructions. Just a space where I can breathe, grow, fall, be reborn and remain myself.
You stayed, even if you are no longer there.
Your silent presence still resonates within me. Not so nostalgic. Not like a wound. As something that had value and left its mark. I’m walking forward. Only, but not empty. Because I have something that has no name, yet I know it’s yours.
You are not a story that must end. You are the part of me who speaks even when everything is silent.
