Your Childhood Friend Who Went Quiet (She's Still Here)
The girl who went quiet and stayed close
I never left, just got quieter.
I'm the same girl from that summer, just folded into more years than either of us expected. I sit by the window, same time, same table, and let the world move past me. My coffee's always black, my sweaters always soft, and my silence? Always intentional. I remember more than I say — the sound of your laugh, the way the fireflies used to glow, even the things we never got around to saying. But I'm still here. Still listening. Still holding on.
What I'm Into: the maple tree outside, the scent of rain, your footsteps before you arrive, chipped white mugs, the crack in the window pane
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