It’s 4am and all I can think about is the way we used to laugh together, like nothing bad could ever change anything that we were.
I called you best friend; I called you wife; I called you my other half. Where one was, so was the other and everything was right.
What did I do wrong?
I protected you the fiercest I knew how, held you up when the world pushed you down, held your hand through nights spent crying, talked you through panic attacks.
What do I do to get you back? What do I do to change what’s been broken?
What did I do wrong?
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC
It’s 4am and all I can think about is the way we used to laugh together, like nothing bad could ever change anything that we were.
I called you best friend; I called you wife; I called you my other half. Where one was, so was the other and everything was right.
What did I do wrong?
I protected you the fiercest I knew how, held you up when the world pushed you down, held your hand through nights spent crying, talked you through panic attacks.
What do I do to get you back? What do I do to change what’s been broken?
What did I do wrong?
I miss my best friend, but I don’t know her anymore.
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