The Days When...❤️‍🩹

I miss the days when communication felt like prayer, I miss the days when conversations stitched my soul back together, I miss the days when reaching out wasn’t a burden but a balm, I miss the days when I’d text first, call twice, show up always. I miss the days when silence wasn’t so loud in my chest, I miss the days when talking was my way of breathing, I miss the days when words didn’t tremble on my tongue, I miss the days when I held space for others like it was sacred ground. I miss the days when kindness didn’t need a return ticket, I miss the days when my heart gave without contracts or conditions, I miss the days when I didn’t flinch from being too much, I miss the days when being "too soft" felt like a strength, not a weakness. I miss the days when I carried warmth like a second skin, I miss the days when my energy poured like morning light, I miss the days when I didn’t measure my worth by what came back, I miss the days when love wasn’t something I rationed. I miss the days when she — the old me — walked with light in her eyes, I miss the days when she danced through pain just to make others smile, I miss the days when she wasn’t this tired shadow, I miss the days when she