The day came without warning.
A shift in the air, a change in the rhythm of my life. It wasn’t something I had prepared for, nor was it something I wanted, but it happened all the same.
I couldn’t stay at the school anymore.
It was the culmination of too many things — too many questions I couldn’t answer, too many unresolved thoughts that kept swirling inside me.
And the longer I stayed, the heavier it felt. The weight of the unspoken words between us was beginning to weigh me down more than I could bear.
So, quietly, without fanfare, I made my decision.
The school didn’t know yet, but I was leaving. I packed my things with as little noise as possible.
No dramatic goodbyes.
No farewells that would linger in the air.
But there was one person who would understand.
I texted her — the words felt cold even as I typed them, the reality setting in faster than I expected.
“I’m leaving the school soon. Things have gotten too complicated, and I think it’s time to go.”
I waited.
The seconds felt like hours.
Then, her response popped up on my screen, and I felt my heart tighten with every letter she typed.
“I understand. You’ve been going through a lot, and I can’t imagine how tough it must be. But hey, we’re still friends, right? I’ll always be here to talk whenever you need.”
Her words were simple.
But in them, I could feel everything I needed — understanding, care, and something that didn’t need to be said aloud.
I didn’t expect anything more.
In a way, I was relieved — that she wasn’t asking questions I didn’t have the answers to. That she wasn’t pushing for me to explain myself. She knew.
She always had a way of knowing.
“Of course,” I replied, feeling the weight of the words fall heavy. “I’m glad we can still talk.”
And that was it.
No big gestures.
No promises about the future.
Just the quiet comfort of knowing that, even though I was leaving, we would remain connected.
I didn’t want to say goodbye — not really.
But sometimes, life doesn’t ask for permission. It moves you forward whether you’re ready or not.
And even though I wouldn’t see her in the halls anymore,
I knew she was still there, just a text away.
Some bonds, you don’t have to see every day to feel.
They exist in the quiet moments, in the subtle exchanges, in the things left unsaid.
And for now, that was enough.
Just knowing that we would always have this quiet space between us, no matter how far I went.
