There is a loneliness that doesn’t come from being alone.
It comes from lying beside someone who no longer sees you.
From sharing a home, a history, maybe even children — but not your heart.
It’s the kind of loneliness you rarely talk about.
Because how do you explain missing someone who is right next to you?
So you stay quiet.
You keep going.
You show up.
You smile when expected.
You perform strength.
And slowly, you begin to disappear.
Not all at once.
Just in pieces.
A little less laughter.
A little less softness.
A little less hope.
A little less you.