Now I wish
you had just stayed
in my contacts.
Not like before.
Not close.
Just there.
So sometimes
I could see your name,
your stories,
your small moments.
And quietly know
how your life is going.
That would hurt less
than this silence.
Anything
would have been easier
than becoming strangers
after everything we were.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
Now I wish
you had just stayed
in my contacts.
Not like before.
Not close.
Just there.
So sometimes
I could see your name,
your stories,
your small moments.
And quietly know
how your life is going.
That would hurt less
than this silence.
Anything
would have been easier
than becoming strangers
after everything we were.
