Arguments clear the air. They bring things out of the shadows. They mean someone still cares enough to speak. But silence? Silence is the slow drift. The empty space where connection used to be. It’s the shoulder turned away in bed. The “I’m fine” that really isn’t. The decisions made without eye contact, without conversation, without us. You stop asking how the other one feels. Stop reaching. Stop noticing. And before you know it you’re just managing a household together. Not building a life. Not building love. Because silence doesn’t feel like fire. It feels like frost. And by the time it’s noticed, something precious may already be numb. So if there’s quiet where there used to be laughter Don’t wait too long to break it. Say the hard thing. Ask the awkward question. Reach for their hand, even if it trembles. Because silence isn’t always peace. Sometimes, it’s the warning sign we’re too tired to read. #😃మంచి మాటలు #తెలుసుకుందాం #✌️నేటి నా స్టేటస్ #Silence #సైలెన్స్