Ocean of Unspoken Memories - Chapter 8: The Unexpected Message

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, without a word from her. The silence was deafening, and I had started to lose hope. Then, out of nowhere, after seven long months, I received a message from her.

Surprised, I quickly replied, asking her what was going on. Her response was blunt, “I sent it to you by mistake.” I replied with a simple, "Okay," trying to hide the disappointment.

In an attempt to keep the conversation going, I casually asked, “Have you eaten?”

She responded, “Yes, you?”

“Yes, I did,” I replied. She simply said, “Okay,” and that was the end of that conversation.

A few days later, she sent me another message, asking, “Did you create a new account to message me? Someone’s been texting me lately, and I thought it was you.”

I reassured her, “No, that’s not me. Why would you think that?”

She replied, “Just wondered. I thought it might be you.” Her words left me feeling a bit hurt—did she really think I would go that far? I told her, “I would never do that.”

“Words left unsaid build walls that silence can never break.”

She simply responded, “Okay,” and the conversation ended there.

“Her words were sharp, her tone was cold, I tried to reach, but couldn’t hold. The love we had, now lost in space, A silent cry, a forgotten place.”

After that, we exchanged a few more messages, trying to keep things light. One day, she sent me a message that I couldn’t quite understand. I wanted to share what I was feeling, so I told her, “Loving someone without meeting them every day shows that love isn’t just about physical presence but comes from the heart.”

“When love is questioned, doubt becomes the language of the heart.”

Her reply was sharp and dismissive: “Those are just words. They don’t work in real life.”

I felt a sting of pain but responded, “I think there’s a chance they could work.”

She replied, “Sure, whatever,” and once again, the conversation ended on a sour note.

Then one day, out of the blue, she asked me a strange question. “You’ve been calling and talking to me, right? That’s not really your voice, is it?”

I was taken aback. “Of course, it’s my voice! Who else would it be?” I said, feeling a mix of confusion and sadness.

She replied, “Okay, fine. I just thought… well, never mind.” Then she added, “Do you know something? I’m talking to you because there’s something about you that I like. But I’m waiting for you to finally meet me and tell me everything you’ve been hiding. If you keep delaying, I might stop talking to you altogether.”

Her words made my heart race. I wanted to meet her, but I needed time to figure things out. I told her, “We’ll meet, but I need some time.”

“When?” she pressed. “Why can’t you just meet me now? What’s stopping you?”

“She asked for reasons, asked for time, But all I had were words that rhyme. The truth I hid, too hard to share, Left our love in thin air.”

I hesitated, then said, “It’s not that simple. Please don’t ask for reasons right now. Even if I explain, I don’t think you’ll understand.” 

She was furious. “Do you think I’m not mature enough to understand? What’s wrong with you? Why are you being so difficult?”

I tried to calm her down, “Please, don’t get upset. Let’s talk calmly.”

“Whatever,” she said, her frustration evident.

After that, our conversations became strained. The distance between us grew wider with each passing day.

One day, I sent her a reel, hoping to lighten the mood. Her reply was sharp: “You say you love me, but you won’t meet me or tell me anything about yourself.”

“You say you love, but do not show, How can I trust what I don’t know? Your words, they hurt, they cut me deep, And now I’m left with nights I weep.”

I replied, “There’s a reason for everything. I’ll tell you, but I need a little more time.”

She responded with a cold, “Nice. But why do you like me so much?”

I paused, searching for the right words, then typed, “I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I just know that I like you—a lot.”

She snapped, “Don’t give me that! How can you say you love me when you won’t even meet me or tell me who you really are? What am I supposed to think? How can I not get angry when someone shows me love and affection like this? Anyone else would’ve blocked you by now, but I haven’t because of the effort you’ve put in.”

Then, in a quieter tone, she added, “But my patience is running out.”

I was left speechless. I didn’t know what to say or do anymore. The situation had become so complicated, and I felt lost, unsure of what the future held for us.

“Sometimes, the hardest truth to accept is that love alone isn't always enough.”