If you asked me about her, I’d probably tell you, “Oh, we just don’t talk anymore.”
And that would be true — just not the whole truth.
Because if you really wanted to know, I’d tell you that she once meant everything to me. She wasn’t just someone I talked to; she was the person. The one I thought I’d never lose.
Now she’s a stranger who knows all my secrets. Someone who once knew my laugh, my fears, my triggers — even my plans — and now doesn’t even know where I am.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How someone who once felt like home can walk out of your life and take that warmth with them. How one day you wake up and realize the person who knew you best doesn’t know you at all anymore.
I never thought we’d end like that. But that’s the thing about life — you don’t always get the closure you’re hoping for. Sometimes you just learn to carry what’s left.
And as much as it hurts to admit it, I’ll probably always miss her. Not just because she’s gone — but because of how real it felt when she was there.
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