Trading glances across the room

One wink, one text, and we both knew it was our cue to slip out unnoticed :)

It used to be our quiet language, something any pair might share. A glance across the room, a subtle wink, sometimes just a quick text… enough to say, “It’s time.” Whether it was couples, siblings, or family, many had their way of slipping out of a gathering unnoticed and we were no exception.

We had our rhythm ;) One of us would signal, the other would gently wrap up conversations, and together we’d make our graceful exit. Sometimes, we’d get caught and teased. I’d excuse myself politely, but the shy smile on his face would give us away every single time.

Now, when I find myself in those same corners, my eyes still search for that wink, or even a message. I remind myself not to let discomfort take over, not to make it heavy for me or anyone else. But there’s an ocean within me, quietly longing for that one familiar look… convincing me, even now, that your voice still reaches my heart. And yet, I know it’s only my imagination.

Some evenings, when I sit in the stillness after dusk, with no one around, the silence feels like an echo from a long, dim tunnel. It settles deep within. My heart aches in ways words can’t hold, and somehow, I gather the strength to wipe away those silent pearls.

I pause, I breathe, and I remind myself; these struggles are mine to carry. And still, I will rebuild, again and again, for the two precious gems in my life.

I love you both, endlessly....and I will do everything I must, always.