A quiet shift.
We outgrew each other. There are no heroes, no villains—just change.
In the darkness of Seattle, you all were my sun.
When my life was unraveling, you pulled me back in.
You brought light where I felt nothing but gray.
You left flowers on my doorstep, sent voice notes late at night, reminded me I wasn’t alone.
You gave me a version of family I didn’t know I was craving.
You were the realest thing I had.
You were the sun to my storm.
But somewhere along the way, something shifted.
Not overnight—but slowly. Quietly.
Inside jokes started to fade. Plans became fewer. My name stopped showing up in the group chat.
And I started wondering if maybe we weren’t growing apart—maybe we had already grown, just in different directions.
I don’t hate you. I never could.
But I also can’t pretend we’re still who we were.
And maybe that’s okay.
Ever since I moved to the middle east, I still see you all in the reflections of the wandering streets, and certain music that brings me back to the rain.
I remember every piece of you, and when I look into the eyes of the people closest to me, I search for you. my friends- who once gave me their whole world.
If I could send you a dozen roses to your doorsteps, and be present I would. But change is inevitable, and it is bigger than us
and maybe that’s okay too..
When Distance is The Right Choice
Eventually, when it hurts too much to call-or you notice that you have no urge to text them back, letting go is the only choice you’ve got. Outgrowing people you love is never easy but it shows us that the earth is still spinning- and you are evolving alongside it
And I will never forget the seeds they planted in me—
the ones that helped me bloom
into the flower that I have become now, but the sun shifted and It is too dangerous to go back into your light.
when distance is the right choice, you learn to walk away.
When it is the right choice, you must listen to your heart when your mind is screaming at you to stay.
So I may not text you back
and I may no longer come around,
but I promise you I’m not hating you,
I’m healing myself.
-Perspective How do you let go?
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