Nobody really talks about the weird little heartbreaks in life. Not the big ones. Not the movie-worthy breakups. I’m talking about the small ones. The friend you used to text every day and don’t anymore. The coworker you loved that changed jobs. The neighbor you always waved to who moved away.
Nobody fought. Nobody was mean. Life just happened. I think that’s what makes it hard. There’s no ending. No explanation. No dramatic scene where someone tells you why. One day they’re just…less there. Then one day you realize you haven’t heard from them at all. My brain wants answers. Did I do something? Did I talk too much? Was I annoying? Did I say the wrong thing?
Most of the time, the truth is probably much simpler. People get busy. Life gets messy. Priorities change. Seasons change. Still, it’s okay to miss people. It’s okay to appreciate the ones who have crossed your path, even if they weren’t there forever. Not every relationship is meant to last a lifetime. Some people are there for years. Some for months. Some just long enough to make you laugh when you needed it or remind you that you’re not talking to yourself.
I’m learning that not every goodbye has to be angry, and not every ending means someone stopped caring. Sometimes people just drift…and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean they weren’t important. It just means our stories stopped overlapping for a while. So I’ll keep cheering for people, appreciating the ones who are here, and leaving the door open for those who wander back.
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