We Loved in Silence, We Let Go in Peace

“When the world starts showing you your worth, believe it. That’s the voice of God.”

It’s been 3 weeks since I last wrote. A week since I let go. Not loudly. Not with a bang. But quietly— the kind of letting go that settles deep in your bones, where it starts to rewrite you in silence before you even realize you’ve changed.

The signs? They haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve only gotten louder. Not confusing anymore. Now they feel like codes. Messages. Echoes from the universe, I finally understand. Even music has started to speak again. Random songs I haven’t heard in years suddenly line up with my thoughts like divine timing. And dreams? They visit often. Not to haunt me. But to show me what I’ve survived.

I know why it’s happening. Because on 21st October, we chose each other. Not in some movie scene or dramatic vow. It was a reel. A glance. And a moment that changed everything. She sent something on Insta DM, I smiled. And replied the words that had been sitting in my chest for weeks: “Bas aapke Mom-Dad ki acceptance chahiye hogi.”

And softly, she replied: “I’ve had my eyes on you for a very long time.”

That was our moment. The day Batman met Catwoman. Since then, the universe hasn’t let me forget. Now I work out for myself. I stay healthy because I want to be ready when destiny knocks. Whether or not I ever get to be her Batman again… I’m building myself for something bigger.

She’s started posting again. Like she’s hoping I’ll notice. Maybe hoping I’ll reach out. Just enough to close the loop. To draw the final line under our story.

So I called. I asked to meet. Her voice was quiet, tired:

“I’m just at home… I won’t be able to come. And it’s okay—you don’t have to. Sorry for whatever happened.” I felt that lump in my throat. But I breathed through it. And I told her, simply: “To be honest, I’m not someone who stays in the same state for long.”

She paused. Then replied: “We’re not a match, and you should move on and not wait for me.” There were a few more polite sentences. I didn’t really hear them, and I wanted the call to be as short as possible. Later, she messaged: “Whenever you feel like talking to someone, you can call me.”

But I already knew. I never would. Because that’s not who I am. I don’t crawl back after silence.

I don’t restart what I’ve already buried. Most of all, I don’t forget who I am. I know my worth. I know what I bring to the table. I know how to rebuild from rubble. And I know how to love myself in ways no one ever taught me. Somewhere in her silence, I know she wonders too. Maybe on some quiet evenings, with a song playing in the background, she whispers to herself: “I wish he’d message… just once, out of nowhere.”

But she won’t say it. And I won’t need to hear it. Because I already know. She keeps tabs. Through mutual office friends. Through updates that accidentally reach her. She wants me to think she’s fine. And maybe she is. But I know the truth. The universe tells me: “It’s all a front.”.

Like a song you used to love. That still plays quietly when the world goes still. And sometimes… I sit in that stillness and ask myself :

What if she really was the one?

Now, when I close my eyes to pray, her face still comes up. But not as longing. As gratitude. Love doesn’t always last forever. Sometimes it becomes something else. A transformation. A whisper from God. A lesson wrapped in a kiss. Now I see clearly: We weren’t just a love story.

We were a spiritual turning point. God is still writing us. But not as lovers. Maybe just as two souls… who had to walk away to become the light in their own stories. I’ve learned: Love isn’t always about holding on. Sometimes, it’s about letting go. Not because you’re weak. But because you finally trust that surrender is sacred. And in that surrender, I’ve found peace. So here I am. Moving forward. Not forgetting. Not rushing. Just walking. Step by step. God’s hand is still on my shoulder. The same universe that once whispered, “Love her,” now whispers, “Heal.”

And yeah—sometimes silence is the loudest prayer. And I’ve been praying, without saying a word.

Like Doctor Strange* (Avengers-Infinity War) said: “We’re in the endgame now.” Not the end. A shift. A turning of the page. I’m not waiting for her. I’m waiting for alignment. For someone who won’t need to be reminded of my value. Someone who doesn’t come back when they’re lonely— But stays when they’re scared.

Because I’m done chasing what was already in my hands, and still slipped through. If I have to walk this life alone— So be it. I’ll walk in peace. Because I now know— If something is meant for me, it will come.

Till then, I wish her love. The kind she once had with me— But maybe didn’t recognize. Not because she won’t meet someone “better.” But because… She’ll never meet me again. Not out of ego. But the truth. Because when you leave love in fear, you lose what was given in faith.

At the start, she said, “We’ll fight for each other when the time comes” But when the fight came, She surrendered. And I don’t blame her. It takes courage to choose something that scares you. To choose the one who sees you clearly. That kind of love costs something. And I paid my price.

In silence. In all the things I never said. But this? This is growth. This is faith. Not knowing where it leads— but trusting you’ll survive it. And be better because of it. I no longer try to decode the signs. I just received them. A feather. A lyric. A perfectly timed message. And I whisper: “I see You, God. I trust you.”

This wasn’t heartbreak. It was a transformation. Not a loss. An invitation. To become more. To rise higher. To finally see myself as I am. Maybe the pen isn’t in my hands anymore.

Maybe God is still writing.… Let us be as people who’ve healed. And if we don’t… Then this is the end. Of us. In this lifetime. Because I’ve done it all. Prayed. Loved. Let go.

And like Han once said in (Fast and the Furious-Tokyo Drift) : “Life’s simple. You make choices… and you don’t look back.”.

I’ll rise. Confident. Certain. Aligned. Because I didn’t lose her. I found myself.

My Answer to your song ! –

Your last made you feel like you would never try again.

But when you saw me, you felt something you never had.

I came closer. gave you all my love.

You said, ‘If you treat me right, I’ll give you everything.’

And I, I wanted everything but you could never give me!

And the rest of the chapters? I leave to you, Catwoman.

If we’re not together in the future, then this… is my final Goodbye ~~

I wrote all this almost 3 months ago. And looking back now, I can honestly say—I’ve grown. I’m in a better place. This isn’t coming from heartbreak. It’s coming from healing.

And what’s a better way to live than letting faith guide your path?

This chapter… this blog… It’s not a cry for help. It’s a testament. A reflection. A piece of art built from experience and pain. Not to hold on to the past, but to honor how far I’ve come since then.

Because no, I didn’t disappear into the dark. I rose with it. Not as the man I was when I loved her, but as the one I became after I let her go.

So, to anyone reading: I’m not lost in the memory. I’m just sharing the journey, so you know you can survive yours too. ✌

This isn’t sadness or heartbreak. Its strength lies in storytelling and how faith influences every outcome in your life. And your belief matters the most in Tough Days.

Catwoman's Theme Song : Khoobsurat | Stree 2 | Sachin-Jigar | Vishal Mishra

🎙️ Bonus Chapter - 19th Jul,25
Cosmic Radio: When the Universe Sang Our Story
All the signs.
All the songs.
All the synchronicities that echoed what words couldn’t.
This isn’t just a chapter—
It’s the soundtrack of everything I felt,
and everything the universe whispered back.

One final frequency before the silence. Stay tuned.