Nicodemus breakups...

What did I do, and where did you go?
In the silence that remains, I am left to grow and reflect.
Every night, I lie awake, tossing and turning, grappling with the confusion of what happened between us.
Did I overstep my bounds by speaking my mind?
Was it wrong of me to seek a meaningful conversation?
In my efforts to understand, I've unknowingly built a prison of my own making.
Each night, I find myself weeping, yearning for freedom from this self-imposed confinement.
The harsh truth is sinking in: I must accept that you may never return.
This realization marks the end of us, a chapter that has closed and will not reopen.