The Space Between Us

What a bittersweet thing this is—

to watch you grow,

make new friends,

step into your becoming.

I’m happy for you. Truly.

Yet there’s this quiet distance

that keeps widening,

and I don’t know how to stop it.

We never had time to make real memories.

School wasn’t kind.

Life wasn’t kind.

We each had our own demons.

And all we had—was text.

Words became our world.

We explored life and death,

jokes and philosophies,

the strange corners of our minds.

So why does it feel now

like you’re just another online friend?

My heart doesn’t care for history.

It only aches for what’s true now.

And you, dear soul—

so different from me,

so guileless, so warm—

I can only bless you from afar.

How strange to go

from everything shared

to promises unkept,

to silence,

to being left on read.

I’m not here to blame.

Never to villainize.

But this fracture between us—

I can’t hold all of it alone.

You said once:

Friendship is a two-way road.

But why does it feel like

I’ve been walking it by myself?

You're busy.

Your world has expanded.

You rarely tell me anything now.

And I wonder,

not out of anger,

but quiet confusion—

Did I do something wrong?

Did I cross a line?

Did better friends come along?

What happened, dear?

A V