Yeah… I’ve felt that too. There was this guy once, nothing ever really happened between us, but it almost did. We’d talk for hours, laugh at the smallest things, and for a while, it felt like something real was unfolding. But life just… drifted us apart. No big fight, no goodbye, just silence where all the words should’ve been.
And even now, years later, I’ll hear a song we both loved or drive past a place we used to meet, and he slips back into my thoughts for a minute. It’s not about wanting him back, it’s more like missing the version of me that still believed it could’ve turned into something. Funny how those almost-loves never really leave, they just live quietly in the spaces between who we were and who we became.