i don’t think i’m good at friendships. i love too quietly, disappear when i’m overwhelmed and forget to reply even when i care deeply. People think i don’t try but i do, just not in ways that are easy to see. i remember birthdays, save their favourite songs and smile at old messages even when we haven’t talked in months. but somehow, they always slip away. the people i once called mine are now just muted stories and unread texts. i don’t blame them. i know i’m not the easiest to hold on to. i vanish when i should show up, stay silent when i should speak. And still, i miss them with everything i’ve got. i pray for the ones drifting away, even when they don’t think of me anymore. i hope they’re laughing, healing, living. i hope they find friendships that feel like home because maybe i was just a temporary stop in their journey but they were chapters in mine. and even if i’m bad at staying, i’ll always be someone who remembers, quietly with a soft ache and a lot of love i never learned how to show right.
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