#whatwewere

[alwaysalmostyoursm]

There are things I never really said properly, and maybe I never had the right moment to say them.

Life moved forward for both of us. We grew, we changed, and we chose different paths. And now, I am married. I have a life that I chose, a commitment I respect, and a present that I don’t take for granted.

But even with that, I would be lying if I said you didn’t still have a place in my heart.

Not in a way that replaces anything in my life now, and not in a way that I hold onto or question. Just… in a way that exists quietly, like part of my past that shaped who I am today.

You were there in a time when I was still figuring myself out. You knew parts of me I didn’t even fully understand yet. And somehow, in all of that, you became someone I trusted deeply. Someone who stayed in my life through years, even before we ever met in person.

And I think that kind of connection doesn’t just disappear.

It changes, it settles, it becomes something softer with time.

So I just want you to know this, clearly and honestly. You will always be special to me. You will always matter in my story. But I am not looking for anything beyond what life already is now.

I will always be here for you too, in the way I can be now. Not as someone more than a friend. Not as something we once almost became. But as your best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

And I think that’s okay.

Some people don’t leave your heart completely, even when life has already moved on. But that doesn’t mean you stop living your life where you are now.

It just means you carry certain people quietly, and keep going anyway.

[whoamiwoutu]

[alwaysalmostyoursm]

The Space Between Us Changed

After that day,

nothing looked different.

But everything felt different.

We still talked the same way.

Still laughed at the same things.

Still stayed in that space we’ve always been in

comfortable, easy, familiar.

But something in me refused to go back to how it was.

It started in the smallest moments.

The kind no one would notice.

The kind that should’ve meant nothing.

Walking beside you,

close enough that our arms would brush sometimes—

and suddenly, I was aware of it.

Too aware.

Crossing the street,

reaching for your hand like it was normal

like we’ve done it a hundred times before

but this time, I felt it.

Not just the warmth.

Not just the contact.

But the meaning behind it.

Or maybe…

the meaning I was starting to give it.

And that’s what scared me.

Because I didn’t know when it stopped being simple.

I didn’t know when my body started reacting

before my mind could even make sense of it.

Every time I held your hand,

there was this quiet tension in my chest.

Not enough to pull away.

But enough to make me question everything.

I would tell myself,

“This is normal. This is nothing. This is just us.”

But it didn’t feel like nothing anymore.

And I hated that I couldn’t go back

to not noticing.

I started noticing everything.

The way you looked at me

when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.

The way your voice softened

in certain moments.

The way you stayed close

not too close,

but close enough that I could feel it.

And I kept asking myself the same question

over and over again

Do you feel this too?

Or is this just me

turning something simple

into something it’s not?

There were moments you’d go quiet,

and I’d feel it even more.

That silence between us

was never empty.

It was heavy.

Like there were things sitting there

that neither of us were saying.

And maybe…

that’s what made it harder.

Because nothing was happening.

But everything was happening inside me.

I tried to control it.

Tried to stay where I was supposed to be.

Best friend.

Safe place.

No complications.

I repeated it in my head

like it would fix something.

Like if I held onto that label hard enough,

it would stop whatever was growing inside me.

But it didn’t.

Because the truth was

this wasn’t confusion anymore.

It wasn’t just curiosity.

It wasn’t just closeness.

It was awareness.

A quiet, steady realization

that something had already changed.

And no matter how normal I tried to act,

I couldn’t ignore it.

Not when my heart reacted

before I could stop it.

Not when being near you

started to feel like something I had to manage.

Not when leaving you

felt just a little harder than it should’ve been.

I didn’t say anything.

I didn’t ask.

I didn’t want to know the answer.

Because a part of me already knew

if I gave this feeling a name,

if I let it become real

there would be no going back.

So I stayed quiet.

Stayed in my place.

Pretended I didn’t notice

how much had already changed.

But deep down

I knew.

Something had already crossed the line.

Not in what we did.

Not in anything anyone could see.

But in me.

And that was the part

I didn’t know how to undo.

[alwaysalmostyoursm]

When you became real

Three years.

Three years of conversations, pauses, random updates, and moments that didn’t seem important back then…

but somehow stayed.

You were just there.

Constant, but not demanding.

Present, but never forcing your way in.

And maybe that’s why I let you stay.

I got used to you in a way I didn’t notice at first.

Used to your replies.

Used to the way you listened.

Used to the feeling that someone, somewhere, understood me without asking too many questions.

You became part of my normal…

without ever being physically there.

And then one day,

you weren’t just a name on my screen anymore.

We were finally going to meet.

I remember how it didn’t feel exciting the way it should’ve been.

It felt… heavy.

Like something was about to change,

and I didn’t know if I was ready for it.

I couldn’t think straight that day.

Even simple things felt off.

I was distracted, quiet, not myself.

And I didn’t even know why.

Maybe a part of me already knew—

that once I see you in front of me,

I won’t be able to go back to how things were.

But I still went.

Because no matter how unsure I felt,

there was one thing I was certain about—

I wanted to see you.

I needed to know

if what we had through a screen

would still exist in real life.

And then I saw you.

And everything got quiet.

Not in a dramatic way.

Not like the movies.

Just… quiet enough

for me to feel everything at once.

You were real.

Not just words.

Not just messages.

Not just someone I talk to when I feel like it.

You were there.

In front of me.

And suddenly, all those years felt heavier.

More real.

More meaningful than I allowed myself to admit.

I hugged you.

And I remember holding on

just a little longer than I planned.

Not because I was trying to say something…

but because I felt something

I couldn’t explain.

It wasn’t overwhelming.

It wasn’t obvious.

But it was there.

That quiet shift.

That moment where something inside me

didn’t feel the same anymore.

I tried to ignore it.

Tried to act normal.

Tried to keep everything in the same place it’s always been.

Best friends.

Safe.

Uncomplicated.

But something had already changed.

And I think deep down,

I knew it right then—

this wasn’t just “us” anymore.

And I didn’t know what to do with that.

MM

[alwaysalmostyoursm]

Where it all started

It didn’t start when we met.

It started when I trusted you.

Three years before we ever saw each other, we were already talking.

Not even every day. Not even anything special at first.

But somehow… you stayed.

I wasn’t open back then.

I didn’t like talking about my past.

I didn’t like people knowing too much about me.

But with you, I did something I never thought I would.

I let you in.

I remember giving you access to my account

letting you read my messages,

see things I usually keep hidden.

Not because you asked.

But because I felt like I could trust you.

And then I told you everything—

why I wasn’t in the city,

what I’ve been through,

the parts of me I don’t usually explain.

You didn’t judge me.

You didn’t leave.

You just… stayed.

And I think that’s when it really started.

Not love. Not yet.

Just trust.

But looking back now,

maybe that was already the beginning of everything.You just… stayed.

MM

[zeldabeauty-blog]

Endlessly exhausted.

Why am I not enough for you.

You’re all I think about.

I gave you nothing but love and attention.

Why do people just give up.

I’m so exhausted thinking about what we could have been.

I miss us.

I miss what could have been us.

I am exhausted.

[danilab69-blog]

Ed ho voglia di bere, non per dimenticare ma ricordare com’era farlo con te #wine #remembering #red #whatwewere #memyselfandi #così #thoughts

[sawmaopoh]

it breaks me to know what we had is gone.

I just don't feel much for you anymore. And it hurts me more than I thought it would. I feel myself slipping away from you. And I feel you trying to hold on.