He might think I'm texting long texts out of desperation, though on my end, I know what I texted isn't from emotions, but from logical thinking. So that's ok, I'll understand his silence.

He might think that giving me space is the best thing for both of us, though on my end, I know I'll never be able to remove this knife in my chest without understanding and clarity as to why and how did things go sour. But that's ok, I guess he's assuming that it's only a matter of time that I heal. I know myself. Time will pass, and the knife will stay, but I'll get used to functioning with it, in my chest.

I just have to keep thinking that all that he does is for the best, he was thinking for me.