I went quiet deliberately. I watched someone I love get hurt by the person meant to love them most, and the truth didn’t arrive as a single moment but as gaps, stories, and details shared too casually to ignore. I knew what was happening. I also knew that if the truth came from me, it would only cause more harm. Silence cost me a friendship, but speaking would have cost even more.

Losing a friend without closure is a slow heartache. It’s a journey of letting go, finding peace, and embracing the silence of moving on.