They were just ten minutes away, and I captured casual weekend drop-ins, cozy dinners together, and the same close bond we had always shared. But things didn’t unfold the way I imagined.
Weeks went by with no visit, no call, not even a quick text. I waited for the sound of a knock at the door, for my phone to light up with his name but the silence only grew, stretching into months. The more I tried to reach out, the more it felt like I was sending my love into an empty space, wondering if he remembered all I had once done for him.
I still tried to be supportive in small ways. I sent money whenever I thought he might need help, hoping it would ease his worries. But my messages were neglected, and my calls went unanswered.
