

“You’re too quiet,” he said.I smiled — and didn’t say a word. 😌We were together back then.He was loud, sharp, always needing noise and energy around him.And I was just… me. Calm. Observant. Quiet — especially when I feel too much.He told me there was “nothing to talk about” with me.That I was “just nothing.”A few months later, we broke up. 💔At first, I believed him.I thought something really was wrong with me.But then… I started listening to myself.And I realized:My quiet isn’t emptiness.It’s space — for feeling, for depth, for real connection. ✨Now, when someone says I’m “too quiet”…I smile again. And still say nothing.Because my silence speaks louder than their words. 🖤