Hey… how’s your life lately?
How’s your life without me?
I think you’re doing fine.
Yeah… I can see it. Everything about you looks okay now. You’ve grown into someone happier, free……. Someone who can finally do whatever they want. And honestly, sometimes I wonder… was I the problem when I was with you?
What hurts the most isn’t the distance.
It’s the silence.
I hated the way you disappeared without saying anything, leaving questions hanging in the air like unfinished sentences. You never told me what changed. You never told me why you stopped trying. One day we were talking about dreams, and the next day I was standing alone inside them.
Do you know, I still really wanted to travel with you.
Not somewhere luxurious or perfect. Just somewhere far enough for us to forget the noise of life. I wanted us to walk through unfamiliar streets, taste strange foods we couldn’t pronounce, laugh at getting lost, and watch sunsets from places neither of us had ever seen before.
I wanted to learn cultures with you.
To sit beside you on long train rides.
To hold your hand in crowded cities where nobody knew our names.
I imagined us being happy in simple ways.
Maybe that’s why your silence hurt so much. Because while I was busy building memories that never happened, you were quietly walking away from them.
And still… despite everything, a part of me keeps that dream alive.
A small, stubborn part of my heart still believes that somewhere in another version of this world, we made that trip. We saw the oceans, the mountains, the midnight streets glowing with foreign lights. We laughed until morning. We stayed.
But in this world, all I have are the places we never went, the conversations we never finished, and the silence you left behind.