musketeers

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about us—the four of us. What we had. What we lost. And… what went wrong. How did something that felt so close, so real, drift so far apart? How did “see you later” become “who's she ”? Has time really changed everything that much? We had something special. Maybe no one else saw it the way we did, but it was ours. It mattered. At least, it did to me. Sometimes I wonder—was it pride? Ego? Did we let it stop us from even saying hi? That one simple word. Where did the love go? Am I the only one still wishing things could go back to the way they were? I know—we’ve all had our grudges. Our hurts. But we were there for each other once. Really there. Wasn’t that enough to hold onto? Why can’t we let it go—bury whatever it was, and just… start over? Because honestly, it feels like you disappeared into this silence, this abyss. And I’m still standing here, wondering where you went. Just know—I miss us. And maybe, just maybe, if you do too… we can find our way back. —me