We don’t talk as much as we used to do.
We were like a stranger.
We both hurt.
We both were broken.
I thought you were leaving.
I thought my absence wouldn’t be missed.
I thought you are okay with losing me.
You thought I was leaving.
You thought I got a new friend and ignored you.
You said I’ve changed since a month ago.
So many insecurities and overthinks.
And it was actually killing us.
I keep silence.
I tried to adapt to the changes.
I tried to act like it doesn’t affect me at all.
I thought time and space are the best healer.
But I was wrong.
I still remember that morning.
When your eyes got wet.
You constantly questioning me why, why and why.
You forced me to answer all your questions.
I looked at you sitting in front of me,
With unstoppable tears dropped.
No explanation given.
None of questions been answered.
But unintentionally I came out with stupid statement.
And I got scolded.
I swear, I didn’t mean anything.
Then, we both left.
I cried silently.
Pain was so unbearable.
Yes, we both were crying.
A few days passes.
Time doesn’t healed.
Igstories makes it worst.
We met again.
We put our ego’s down.
Again, I’ve been questioned.
To tell the truth what causing me to be like that.
We talked about what we were thinking, all the insecurities and concerns.
We admitted our own mistakes.
We accept each other’s flaws.
We promised not to repeat the same mistake,
And improve ourselves.
No one could be blamed.
Because both are wrong.
I’m sorry for everything.
Alhamdulillah, everything is fine now.
Isn’t it beautiful?
Even though life takes us into different directions,
We still find a way to back to each other.
No matter what thoughts, we are always going to be friends, again and again.
At least we know, we still need each other.