The Words Left Unsaid

It’s strange how silence can carry so much weight. After losing someone you love, it’s not just their absence that lingers—it’s the words you never said, the conversations you thought you’d have, and the moments you assumed there would always be time for.

Even if you’re lucky enough to have the time to say everything you think you wanted to, there’s always a quiet second-guessing that sneaks in after they’re gone. Did I say enough? Did they know how much they meant to me? Did I really express everything in my heart? No matter how much you said, it’s hard to silence the voice that wonders if you could have done more.

I replay them over and over in my mind—the things I should have told them, the thank-yous I never fully expressed, the stories I never shared. There’s a longing to go back, just for a moment, to fill the space with the words I held back, whether out of fear, pride, or simply the belief that there would always be tomorrow.

I wish I’d told them more about how much they meant to me, how their presence shaped my life in ways I didn’t always recognize at the time. I wish I’d thanked them for the little things—the way they always made me laugh when I needed it most, the way they showed up for me in ways I never truly appreciated.

I wish I’d asked more questions. About their childhood, their dreams, the things that made them who they were. There are pieces of their story I’ll never know now, pieces that feel like missing chapters in my own life.

But if there’s one thing I’ve come to understand, it’s that love doesn’t always need words. In every hug, in every shared laugh, in every quiet moment together, there was an unspoken language that said everything that needed to be said.

And maybe that’s the gift of love—it leaves behind more than the words you spoke. It leaves behind the way you made them feel and the way they made you feel. It’s in the memories that replay in your mind, the traditions you carry forward, the parts of them that live on in you.

Even though I wish I could have one more conversation, I’ve come to realize that it’s not the words left unsaid that define our love. It’s the life we shared, the moments we created, and the bond that no silence could ever erase.

If I could go back, I’d tell them this: I love you. I’ve always loved you. And I’ll carry that love with me, always.

And in my heart, I hope they knew.

Aimee💗