There’s something surreal about losing touch with someone you were once so close to. One day, they’re a constant presence in your life; the next, they feel as far away as a distant shore. It’s like we’re on opposite sides of an ocean, waves and miles stretching between us, and even though they’re not physically there, somehow, you still feel them in the little things.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The way memories have this strange power to pull you back, make you feel as if no time has passed, even when you know it has. You hear an old song, you pass a place you used to go together, or maybe it’s something as small as a phrase they used to say. And suddenly, it’s like they’re right there with you again. It’s bittersweet, really—the reminder of what was, mixed with the ache of what no longer is.
And yet, even with all that distance, part of me keeps hoping. Maybe it’s unrealistic. Maybe it’s just human nature to hold onto what once made us feel so alive. But there’s this part of me that wonders: what if one day, the tides change, and somehow, we’re on the same shore again?
Some people might call it foolish, but I think it’s a testament to how deep connections go. Because love, even when it’s ended, doesn’t just disappear. It’s like an engine that keeps running in the background, reminding you of the impact someone had on your life, even if they’re not in it anymore.
So, here’s to those of us who still feel connected to someone, even across the distance. To those who are powered by that invisible thread, even when it feels like moving against the current. Maybe one day, we’ll find our way back. And if not, maybe it’s enough to just know we once had something real, something that’s left its mark, even if it’s just in memories.
Until then, we carry on, a little wiser, a little braver, and always with a part of them we keep close.
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