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Antwon's Frequency EPISODE MAKING - The knife in the chest
[Opening music—slow, ambient. A soft heartbeat or distant echo.]Quote to open:
“Sometimes the person who broke you is the only one who can make you feel whole again. And that’s the most dangerous kind of love.” — Unknown
I’m choosing distance.
I’m choosing not to know what she does with him.Not because I don’t care.
But because I care about myself too.I’m learning to love from a distance.
I’m learning to protect my peace.
I’m learning that healing doesn’t mean forgetting—it means forgiving myself for holding on so long.So this is me, pulling the knife out.
Slowly.
Gently.
With love.And if you’re listening to this, and you’ve got your own knife—know this:
You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.This is heartbreak.
This is healing.
This is me—Jeramiah—choosing peace over pain.[Music fades. A breath. Silence.]
There’s a knife in my chest. Not a real one—but it feels real. It sits just left of center, right where the heart lives. And I know who put it there.I’ve tried to pull it out. God knows I’ve tried. But the love I have for her is wrapped around the blade. Every tug slices deeper. Every memory tightens the grip.She’s out there, living her life, laughing with someone else. Someone who doesn’t treat her right when no one’s watching. But she sees what she wants to see. And I see everything.I used to ask her to tell me everything. I thought truth would help. I thought knowing would protect me. But all it did was feed the fire.I watched her do things with him that used to be ours. Little things. Like plucking his eyebrows. That was our thing. And yeah, she did it for my younger brother too—but that’s different. That wasn’t sacred. That wasn’t intimate. That wasn’t us.And every time she shares something about him, it’s like she’s twisting the knife. Not because she’s cruel. But because she’s blind to how deep I’m bleeding.I’m angry. Every day. And it grows. It festers. It turns into something darker. Something I don’t want to carry. I’m beginning to hate her—and that scares me. Because I know hate is just love that’s been betrayed too many times.So I’m choosing something different.I’m choosing silence.
[Pause. Let the silence breathe.
I’m choosing not to know what she does with him.Not because I don’t care.
But because I care about myself too.I’m learning to love from a distance.
I’m learning to protect my peace.
I’m learning that healing doesn’t mean forgetting—it means forgiving myself for holding on so long.So this is me, pulling the knife out.
Slowly.
Gently.
With love.And if you’re listening to this, and you’ve got your own knife—know this:
You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.This is heartbreak.
This is healing.
This is me—Jeramiah—choosing peace over pain.[Music fades. A breath. Silence.]