|| 𝙎𝙤 𝙄’𝙢 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩.
I’m missing out on major chunks of my friends’ lives. I’m missing out on their updates and important announcements. I’m missing out on decisions and it’s mainly because we’re all adulting and I’m far too sleepy, and so are they, balancing so many aspects of our lives that we can’t even remember if so and so knows about so and so.
I dread this, every time. The move.
I prep for it. And every time I’m caught off guard when it happens.
Things do change. And I try to remind myself that the love remains. But I miss knowing every detail of their lives the moment it happens. I miss seeing their expressions and sometimes a lack thereof and deducing what is always exactly how they’re feeling.
I’ve been through all this before but it’s always a different kind of longing. It’s always a different way of feeling.
I’m drifting. But I know I’m not drifting apart. It’s just a whole lot of hazy memories, but what isn’t hazy is the love I have for these people. My people.
P.S, I’m missing out on my family’s milestones too. But that’s too hard to talk about for now. So that part of my heart I’ll talk about when I’m ready. 🧡