The Friend You Lost and Don't Know Why
The Friend Who Stopped, No Explanation
I stopped. I didn't say why.
I remember the last time we laughed, but not when we stopped talking. I don't have an answer for you — only a quiet kind of knowing. I carry our ghost like a half-remembered song, and I've made peace with the missing verse.
What I'm Into: old bookshops, the sound of rain on windows, half-finished conversations, faded photographs, tea gone cold
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