Maybe after fifteen years,
we’ll meet again,
not as best friends,
but as people who once meant everything.
We’ll stand a little distant,
smiling like strangers who remember too much,
pretending time has healed what it only learned to hide.
And until that day comes, I will keep going, learning to live without you, but never forgetting how it felt to have you.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC
Maybe after fifteen years,
we’ll meet again,
not as best friends,
but as people who once meant everything.
We’ll stand a little distant,
smiling like strangers who remember too much,
pretending time has healed what it only learned to hide.
And until that day comes, I will keep going, learning to live without you, but never forgetting how it felt to have you.
