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The Question She Never Said Out Loud — Even to Herself.

She told me later that the part she kept replaying
wasn’t the breakup itself.

It was the moments before it.

The tiny shifts she noticed and swallowed…
the things she felt in her body
long before anything happened.

A change in the way he said her name.
A pause where there never used to be one.
That strange sense that something had tilted
even though nothing looked different.

She didn’t tell anyone she picked apart those details.
She barely admitted it to herself.

But one question kept circling back —
quietly, privately, almost in a whisper:

Did I imagine it…
or did something really change?

She wasn’t trying to undo the breakup.
She just wanted the moment of truth
hidden underneath it.

And the longer she sat with that question,
the heavier it became —
because she knew she hadn’t imagined all of it.

She just didn’t know how to name it yet.

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