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You left without a reason I could hold,
no final words, no door to close,
just silence where laughter used to live
and memories that replay when I’m alone.
I miss the way we could turn nothing into stories,
how time bent around our conversations,
how life felt lighter
just knowing you were somewhere in it.
There were shadows too
moments where words cut sideways,
where envy wore a familiar face,
where I felt small standing next to you.
And I won’t pretend those parts didn’t hurt.
But friendship isn’t made of perfect days.
It’s made of history.
Of showing up.
Of knowing someone deeply enough
to see both their light and their storms.
I wish we had more time to grow past the hard parts.
I wish I knew if you knew
that beneath everything,
I always valued us.
Now you exist in maybes
in questions I’ll never ask,
in conversations that live only in my head,
in the space beside me
that still feels like it belongs to you.
Wherever you are,
I hope you found peace.
And if missing you is the only way
I get to keep you close,
then I’ll carry that weight
as gently as I can.
