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From Friends to Lovers to Strangers Again
We were everything and nothing all at once,
a love story half-written, lost in the margins.
Two souls orbiting, never quite colliding,
always close enough to feel, but never to hold.
You were my best friend before you were my almost,
the comfort of laughter at 2 AM,
the silence that never felt heavy,
the hand I never had to ask to hold mine.
And then, somewhere between the late-night talks
and the stolen glances we pretended not to notice,
we slipped into something deeper,
something neither of us were ready to name.
I loved you in the way the ocean loves the shore —
always coming back, never staying.
You loved me in the way the moon loves the sun —
always watching, never touching.
We were right in the wrong lifetime,
a love that existed in the spaces between friendship and forever,
a bond too deep to be just friends,
but a love too fragile to last.
And now, we are ghosts in each other’s worlds,
memories trapped in old photos and unsent messages,
two strangers with too much history,
pretending we don’t know how this story should have ended.
Maybe in another life,
we’ll get it right.
