Bestfriends 🥺

It didn’t end with fights It ended in silence— in the way you slowly stopped being there when I needed you most. You once said we'll be bsf forever, but you left me quietly, and that hurts deeper than any fight ever could. I used to believe in the word bestfriend. Now i hate it. Because I’ve learned— not every bond breaks loud. Some just fade away, and the fading hurts more. And you never said you were leaving. That’s the part which is worst realizing I wasn’t even worth a proper goodbye. Because I know the same word that once felt like home makes me question whether I'm good enough? Everyone says what hurts the most — "friendship endings" One day you’re laughing together, the next you’re strangers who remembers too much. Maybe I don’t hate you for leaving. But I hate myself for believing that you'll always be there. And that’s why I don’t say bestfriend anymore. Because that word left me more broken than anything else ever did.