It can turn silence into rejection.
It can turn awkward reassurance into selfishness.
It can cause grieving people to accidentally injure each other, while both are simply trying to survive.
Just for the sake of explanation.
But sometimes love exists quietly.
Not in grand speeches.
Not in perfect words.
Sometimes it lives within small sacrifices made silently over the years by someone who hoped you would never have to struggle alone.
And sometimes healing begins the moment we finally stop assuming.
And start listening.
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