Still, Somehow 🤍

Still, Somehow 🤍

Sometimes, in the quietest moments, I catch myself thinking about a version of us that only exists in the past.

Not in a sad way just… soft.

I miss how easy everything used to be.How conversations never needed effort, how laughter came without thinking, how I could just exist beside someone and feel like that was enough.

There was a time when I knew exactly where I stood. When being around them felt natural, like I didn’t have to question anything.

Now it feels different.

Not broken it just… distant in a way I don’t know how to name….

I tell myself it’s just life.

People grow, routines change,

and everyone finds their own space eventually.

But there’s still a small part of me that quietly misses having a place in someone’s everyday world. I still remember things I probably shouldn’t remember this clearly the way we laughed over nothing, the kind of moments that didn’t seem important back then, but somehow became everything now.

And maybe I wasn’t always the best. Maybe I didn’t show up the way I should have, or understand things when it mattered.But if there’s one thing I know it’s that I cared. I still do.

I miss the simplicity of it all. The presence, the closeness, the feeling of not being so far away, even when we were right there.

And sometimes, I wonder not loudly, not often just in passing…

if somewhere, somehow, you miss it too Z!❤️‍🩹