hi it’s me, your ex-friend

what it feels like when they leave, yet you grow

some things don’t need paragraphs.

just a few words.

a memory.

a silence that didn’t go away.

here’s a small excerpt — a plain page, but a loud feeling.

you were here.

you were there.

loud laughs,

eyes on us —

probably judging.

we didn’t care.

now i’m at the ice cream shop alone.

there are loud laughs again,

but from another table.

now i’m the one judging.

i don’t order two cones anymore.

maybe that’s the truth of it —

you were here.

you were there.

you were everywhere.

and now,

you’re nowhere.

some stories don’t need big words. just a page, and the space you left.

so find your own ice cream cone.

laugh out loud.

live even louder.

not everything that leaves takes the joy with it.