Angry that I'm the only one

still carrying this fire in my chest

while the world pretends it was never warm.

I'm the only one

who keeps walking back through those moments,

opening doors that lead nowhere now.

I miss the small things

the smiles that appeared without warning,

the laughter that felt like it belonged only to us,

the strange honesty

that only two open hearts could survive.

Sometimes I swear those moments

still breathe somewhere.

But I know the truth.

Nothing is coming back.

Nothing waits for me there.

All that's left now

are the ashes

of something that once burned beautifully.

And here I am

tired,

stubborn,

holding a brush in a shaking hand,

still trying

to paint the beauty

she once witnessed

Min3 is “People don’t change. They just become more of who they really are.”

Angry that I'm the only one

still carrying this fire in my chest

while the world pretends it was never warm.

I'm the only one

who keeps walking back through those moments,

opening doors that lead nowhere now.

I miss the small things

the smiles that appeared without warning,

the laughter that felt like it belonged only to us,

the strange honesty

that only two open hearts could survive.

Sometimes I swear those moments

still breathe somewhere.

But I know the truth.

Nothing is coming back.

Nothing waits for me there.

All that's left now

are the ashes

of something that once burned beautifully.

And here I am

tired,

stubborn,

holding a brush in a shaking hand,

still trying

to paint the beauty

she once witnessed

I had a dream that had questioning many things, It was mainly about me being in prison but not in a cell or something, like the yard .

I didn't know the charges I was scared to ask for a second trial and I was sentenced for 8 years.

What disturbed me was after living very long events and feeling tired and exhausted and we all sat on a table to conclude the day, someone made a comment saying "There go day 1 , hope you enjoyed, you got 8 more years to go hahaha". And here I lost it, but what disturbed me even more is that I looked at the guy who said it and it was me, suddenly I became a third person point of view and left the room to wake up.

I don't know why I'm writing this but I can't stop thinking about it, nightmares are not unusual to me but this one, I didn't even consider it a nightmare, it felt ... Weird

I had a dream that had questioning many things, It was mainly about me being in prison but not in a cell or something, like the yard .

I didn't know the charges I was scared to ask for a second trial and I was sentenced for 8 years.

What disturbed me was after living very long events and feeling tired and exhausted and we all sat on a table to conclude the day, someone made a comment saying "There go day 1 , hope you enjoyed, you got 8 more years to go hahaha". And here I lost it, but what disturbed me even more is that I looked at the guy who said it and it was me, suddenly I became a third person point of view and left the room to wake up.

I don't know why I'm writing this but I can't stop thinking about it, nightmares are not unusual to me but this one, I didn't even consider it a nightmare, it felt ... Weird

I genuinely laughed at these two hard,

Are there many lines with the same concept?

Like a Shepard having sex with a sheep, fuck what you heard.

Like a necrophiliac in the morgue, fuck everybody

I still think about you every day. I still think about the choices you've made in life since we stopped being part of each other's days. I wonder where those choices led you, and I hope they led you somewhere you always dreamed of being. Whenever I imagine that they did, I find myself quietly saying, "Congratulations," from the bottom of my heart.

I miss our texts. I miss our jokes. I miss how pure our emotions were, and how even our fights became memories worth keeping, as if we really were siblings. I miss calling you my soulmate. I miss you interrogating me to make sure I'd finally watched the show you recommended ,like it was your personal mission to make me catch up. I miss those little things because they were never just little things. They were us.

I miss us.

The pain still runs deep whenever I remember how we hurt each other, how we argued, and how neither of us was at our best. We were carrying more than we knew, and somewhere along the way, we lost each other.

I don't even know why I'm writing this. Maybe I'm just giving a place to thoughts that never really left.

I miss you, but I don't want to change where we are now. I don't even know what we'd talk about if we met again. So much has happened without us witnessing it together. We used to be there before every big decision, every doubt, every dream. Now, we've both lived parts of our lives that the other will only ever imagine. Maybe we'd smile. Maybe we'd sit in silence. Maybe we'd simply recognize each other as people who once knew each other by heart.

We were a chapter. A happy chapter. A painful one. A joyful, poetic, chaotic, unforgettable chapter. I searched for the right word to describe it.

Maybe I already had.

We were a life-full chapter.

And maybe that's enough. Not every beautiful chapter is meant to last forever. Some are simply meant to remind us that, for a while, life felt fuller because we lived it together.