(ex)Best friend

Stuck between getting over it or keeping you

Navigating the crossroads of our six-year friendship has been an emotionally taxing experience, as the weight of shared memories, laughter, and support intertwines with the discomfort of unresolved conflicts and growing apart. The bond that once felt unbreakable now casts a shadow of uncertainty, leaving me to grapple with the decision to let go or to fight for what once was. Each moment spent together is tinged with nostalgia, yet the realization that the dynamics have shifted looms large, creating a tug-of-war between the familiarity of unity and the yearning for personal growth. Ultimately, the choice isn’t just about a relationship; it’s about honoring your own needs and desires while also holding onto the fragments of a history that shaped who we are. As memories of laughter and shared moments flood my mind, the sting of realization cuts deeper—a nagging thought that perhaps I was never as important to you as I believed. The discovery that I often seemed to be the last person on your mind, left behind in the backdrop of your busyness, is a heavyweight. It challenges the very foundation of our bond, making every shared smile bittersweet. The longing for connection clashes with the hurt of feeling undervalued, leaving me grappling with the question of whether the comfort of familiarity is worth the pain of unreciprocated care. Something's getting in the way, something's just about to break, as I burn another page, as I look the other way, I still try to find my place in your diary.