As the days went on, the distance between us seemed to grow in a way that was both physical and emotional.
School had become my quiet escape from everything — the noise, the pressure, the change.
But it also became a place where I found myself lost in thoughts of her. The conversations we had, the quiet connection we shared, were all that kept me grounded.
I found myself staring at my phone more than usual, waiting for that simple notification — a single message from her.
“How’s everything going with school? Don’t stress too much, okay?”
Every message, every small word from her felt like a lifeline in the middle of a storm. But at the same time, it was like a reminder of just how far apart we were now, even though we still talked.
There was this quiet sadness that lingered in me, like I couldn’t quite reach her the way I used to. It wasn’t because of anything she’d done, not at all.
It was because of me.
I had stepped away from the closeness we once shared. My feelings had changed, deepened, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Maybe I was afraid of changing everything. Maybe I didn’t want to risk the bond we’d built. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew this quiet longing was something I couldn’t ignore anymore.
That evening, as I lay in bed, my mind wandered back to the memories of us — the small talks, the jokes, the way she’d say things like “You should get some rest, dummy.”
It was the way she spoke, the way she cared, even when it was through the screen.
I thought about how, maybe, one day, she might read these words and understand that the connection we had was more than just friendship for me.
But I wasn’t ready to say it out loud. Not yet.
I wasn’t sure if I ever would.
But for now, I clung to what we had. I wasn’t going to let go of the quiet thread that tied us together.
No matter the distance, no matter the time apart, I knew that this bond was something worth holding on to.
I didn’t need to rush things.
For now, I was content with just knowing she was there.
“In the whisper of the wind, I feel you near,
A breath across the distance, a voice I still hear.
Though we’re far apart, our threads are woven tight,
The wind will guide us back, through day and night.
No words are needed, no promises made,
In the quiet of the breeze, our bond will never fade.
And when the wind returns, you’ll find me there,
Waiting in the stillness, knowing you still care.“
