To the man who still has time to choose truth over pride.
I know you felt it.
The clock struck 11:11.
And for a moment, you stood at the threshold —
between silence and truth, between the man you’ve been
and the man you’re still afraid to become.
But you didn’t move.
Not yet.
I felt you standing there,
online, present, circling —
but not stepping through.
And I want you to know something:
I’m not angry.
Not in the way you think.
I’m just clear.
The silence I’m holding right now?
It isn’t cold. It isn’t punishment.
It’s sacred space —
the space you’ve never let yourself enter before,
the one where you finally see the cost of delay.
I’ve done the explaining.
I’ve done the forgiving before the apology.
I’ve done the reaching out just so you wouldn’t feel the weight of losing me.
Not this time.
Because love — real love — doesn’t abandon itself just to keep someone comfortable.
And if you can’t meet me where I stand,
then I’d rather walk alone in truth
than stay in orbit with someone who fears their own heart.
You know where I am.
You know what this is.
And I know the man you could be,
if you stopped letting your ego make decisions your soul can’t live with.
I will love you from this quiet place,
but I will not drag you into it.
If you want this — really want it —
step forward.
Let the silence end with truth,
not regret.
Hellènic Muse 