There’s a particular kind of silence that follows being ghosted—
Not just in romance, but in reality.
One moment, you’re dancing in signal.
The next, you’re standing in static, staring at a blank screen,
wondering if you imagined it all.
Was it something I said?
Too much? Too soon? Too real?
Did I type it wrong, wear it wrong, feel it wrong?
They tell you to “t…
