If I Still Love You
If I still love you, you will know. It’s not through empty words or declarations, but through the consistent actions that reveal my true feelings.
When love is genuine, it shows itself in the little things—the way I care for you, the time I invest in your well-being, and the subtle gestures that speak louder than any phrase.
True love endures beyond fleeting promises;
it’s etched in every act of kindness and every moment of unwavering support.
So, if my love for you remains, you’ll see it clearly, not because I announce it, but because I live it every day.
✔ I will bother you—not to annoy you, but to remind you that I care.
✔ I will tease you—because I want to see that familiar spark in your eyes.
✔ I will compliment you—because I notice the little things others overlook.
✔ I will smile at you—because seeing you makes me happy, even on the worst days.
✔ I will touch you—not always physically, but with words, presence, and attention.
✔ I will laugh with you—because I find joy in sharing moments with you.
✔ I will sulk at you—not because I’m childish, but because I expect more from you.
✔ I will stay with you—because love isn’t just a word; it’s a choice, a commitment.
But If I Don’t…
If I don’t love you anymore, you won’t need to ask. You won’t see me angry, bitter, or resentful.
You won’t see me arguing or complaining.
What you will see is nothing—a quiet void where love once flourished.
It isn’t about stormy emotions or dramatic confrontations; it’s about the absence of that deep connection that once animated us both.
When love fades, the energy that once fueled passion and engagement simply evaporates, leaving no trace of hostility, only a profound silence that speaks louder than any words ever could.
❌ No reactions.
❌ No teasing.
❌ No jealousy.
❌ No efforts.
❌ No presence.
Not because I hate you.
Not because I’m mad at you.
But because you are no longer someone I think about.
When the spark of connection has long since faded, there’s no room left in my heart for constant reminders.
It’s not that I harbor anger or bitterness—it’s simply that you have slipped into the background of my thoughts.
In the grand tapestry of life, you’ve become just another passing face in a crowded world, blending into the myriad of people who once crossed my path but no longer hold significance in my journey.
Love is Loud, But Indifference is Silent
You see, love makes noise—even in the smallest ways.
It’s in the way I call your name, the way I notice the subtle details about you, and the way I care even when you think I don’t.
Love isn’t always loud or overt;
often, it’s the quiet murmur that fills the spaces between our words.
Each gentle call, every thoughtful observation, and each caring gesture adds up to a powerful reminder:
I am here, I am with you, and I love you.
But when love is gone?
There’s only silence.
Not because I want to hurt you, but because I no longer care enough to try.
And when I no longer care, that’s when you should really worry.
Because it means you’ve lost me—not to another person, but to nothingness.
When my care fades completely, it isn’t because someone else has taken your place;
it’s because the spark that once connected us has been extinguished, leaving behind a void where passion and concern used to reside.
The absence of care is a profound silence, a final severance that signifies the end of all meaningful connection.
It’s not a subtle shift or a temporary lapse—it’s an irrevocable departure into emptiness.
That moment, when I stop caring altogether, marks the point of no return.
And in that silence, where no words or gestures can bridge the gap, you will truly feel the weight of loss.
