Zenitsuu
Newbie
We cross paths with countless people in this life,
yet only a few become more than passing faces.
A few become conversations,
then confidants,
and somehow, without us realizing it,
they become a part of our everyday lives.
We begin sharing everything with them—
our likes and dislikes, our little joys, our bad days,
the stories no one else knows,
even the smallest details of our ordinary lives.
It doesn’t matter whether they entered our world
through a screen or through a doorway;
some people simply find a way into our hearts.
I had someone like that.
Someone I could tell everything to.
Someone whose presence became familiar,
whose words became a part of my routine,
whose absence I never imagined I would have to understand.
And then, one day, there was silence.
One day of silence became many.
No message.
No conversation.
No explanation.
Just silence.
And as the world around me grew quieter,
the voice inside my head grew louder.
Where is the person I once told everything to?
Where is the one who always stood beside me?
How does someone who was once such a big part of your every day
become a stranger you no longer know how to reach?
Perhaps that is one of the quietest forms of heartbreak—
not losing someone in a single moment,
but watching their presence slowly turn into a memory.
Once, they were my favourite person.
Now, they are my favourite memory.
And maybe that is what life teaches us sometimes:
some people are not meant to stay forever;
some are meant to become beautiful chapters
we carry quietly, long after the story has ended.
yet only a few become more than passing faces.
A few become conversations,
then confidants,
and somehow, without us realizing it,
they become a part of our everyday lives.
We begin sharing everything with them—
our likes and dislikes, our little joys, our bad days,
the stories no one else knows,
even the smallest details of our ordinary lives.
It doesn’t matter whether they entered our world
through a screen or through a doorway;
some people simply find a way into our hearts.
I had someone like that.
Someone I could tell everything to.
Someone whose presence became familiar,
whose words became a part of my routine,
whose absence I never imagined I would have to understand.
And then, one day, there was silence.
One day of silence became many.
No message.
No conversation.
No explanation.
Just silence.
And as the world around me grew quieter,
the voice inside my head grew louder.
Where is the person I once told everything to?
Where is the one who always stood beside me?
How does someone who was once such a big part of your every day
become a stranger you no longer know how to reach?
Perhaps that is one of the quietest forms of heartbreak—
not losing someone in a single moment,
but watching their presence slowly turn into a memory.
Once, they were my favourite person.
Now, they are my favourite memory.
And maybe that is what life teaches us sometimes:
some people are not meant to stay forever;
some are meant to become beautiful chapters
we carry quietly, long after the story has ended.
