It’s hard to process what happened between us. One day, it felt like we had built a strong connection, and I thought we were on the same page. We were sharing laughs, deep conversations, and those little moments that seemed to spark something special. It felt genuine, and I was really happy to have you in my life.
But then things started to shift. The next thing I knew, we were just friends. It felt like a sudden change, and I was trying to understand what had happened. Then you blocked me on Instagram. That felt like a punch to the gut. I remember feeling confused and hurt, wondering why you would do that. When I asked you about it, you told me that your account had been deleted. I wanted to believe you; I wanted to trust you, so I accepted that explanation, even though a part of me felt uneasy.
Then, just when I thought I was starting to come to terms with everything, a friend of mine happened to see your story. When they called me to share what they saw, I felt this wave of emotions wash over me. I can’t pinpoint exactly why seeing your story hit me so hard, but it did. It brought back all the memories of our time together and made me question everything: the connection we had, the sudden distance, and the reasons behind it all.
After that, it felt like a wall had been built between us, and we just… stopped talking. The silence was so loud. I kept replaying everything in my mind, trying to figure out where things went wrong, what I could have done differently, and why it felt like we were just two strangers passing in the night. I miss the way we used to talk, the ease and comfort that came with it. It’s hard to let go when so much was left unresolved, and I wonder if we’ll ever be able to talk about it openly again.
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