Oh Xiaobian… seventeen minutes. She came running in cartoon pajamas because you needed her, and that says everything about the love between you. I’m so sorry life carried you into two different worlds before either of you was ready. And yes, we can grieve a friendship… sometimes for years, because the love never received a proper goodbye. 🫶🥹
Per, this made my eyes sting a little. 🥹 You noticed the detail that still brings the whole friendship back to me at once—the seventeen minutes, the cartoon pajamas, the fact that she came running before I had even figured out what I needed to say.
I think that’s what has made this grief so difficult to place. Nothing about that love became less real just because our lives eventually stopped fitting around each other. And what you said about life carrying us into two different worlds before we were ready… that landed very deeply with me.
Maybe some friendships never receive a proper goodbye because neither person ever stopped loving. The love simply lost the life it used to live inside. Thank you for holding this one so gently, Per. 🥹🫶💗
Per, that means more to me than I can really say. 🥹💗 This one felt less like publishing something and more like setting down something I had carried quietly for a very long time.
Knowing it reached someone who would hold it this gently made it a little easier to let it exist outside of me. I don't take that kind of tenderness for granted.
I'm really grateful for you, Per—not only for reading my words, but for the way you meet me inside them. 🫶💗
Hey, It's beautiful. I even remembered my old days, I'm kinda same person who sat on the front seat with tailored and crisped school uniform and all. This left me tears in my eyes, how life changes and we have had a remnants of these memories all long always keep hidden in our heart. I'm grateful that one of my childhood child, i usually call her cousin is as well with me and same strong headed and always beside me just like i always had her back with me.
Bhavana, I loved reading this. 🥹 The image of you sitting in the front row in your crisp school uniform felt so vivid—it’s amazing how one small detail can suddenly bring an entire version of ourselves back.
And I’m really glad that someone from your childhood is still beside you now. There’s something so precious about having a person who knew an earlier version of you and somehow kept walking with you as life changed around both of you.
Thank you for sharing that memory with me. It made your comment feel very personal and very warm. 🫶💗
Midsummer flowing from her pen while an endless night was sealed inside your pillbox is such a raw, honest way to describe drifting apart. You beautifully captured how a friendship can end without a villain, leaving the love with nowhere to go, Xiaobian.. 🫶🏻🥹
Priyanshu, you caught the exact contrast that still hurts me—the midsummer in her words and the endless night I was carrying inside that pillbox. Neither of us had stopped loving the other; we were just living in seasons that could no longer quite reach each other.
I think that’s why this friendship was so hard to grieve. There was no betrayal to point to, no villain to make leaving easier—just love that stayed real even after it had lost the life it once belonged to.
Thank you for seeing this so closely, as always. You have such a gentle way of finding the places in my writing I almost can’t bear to name. 🥹🫶💗
When there is no big fight or betrayal to point to, you end up searching for reasons that just don't exist. Grieving a friendship that simply ran out of time, while the love is still fully intact, leaves you stuck in a really strange, quiet kind of pain. Knowing your words were able to reach into that space and sit with you means the world. Always here to read and reflect on your heart..🥰🫶🏻🩷
Priyanshu, I think you’re right—the searching can become part of the grief itself. When there’s no betrayal, no single moment where everything broke, you keep looking backward as if there must be one missing explanation that would finally make the loss feel complete.
Maybe some friendships don’t give us that kind of answer. They just leave us holding love that was real, while the life that once made room for it quietly disappears.
And what you said at the end means more to me than you know. Knowing you’re here to read, reflect, and sit with these quieter parts of my heart makes sharing them feel a little less lonely. I’m really grateful for you, Priyanshu. 🥹🫶💗
Sometimes accepting that we will never find that final missing explanation is the hardest part of letting go. I am just really glad to be here to sit with you through those quiet moments.. Xiaobiam just know you never have to navigate that lonely space by yourself. 🥹❤️🫶🏻🥰
Ohmygod, it's sad to digest. Choosing different routes, where it wasn't even your choice is so hard to feel, pure friendships don't deserve this, but I would say it's alright, having no hate and moving on is cool for now, sending love <333
siyaa, this is exactly the part that still feels hardest to me. 🥹 Sometimes I almost wish there had been one clear thing to blame, because then maybe the ending would have had somewhere to land. But there wasn’t really a villain—just two lives slowly being pulled in different directions.
And I think you’re right about moving on without hate. Maybe that’s the gentlest thing we managed to keep. I can miss what we were, grieve what we lost, and still be grateful that love never had to turn into bitterness just to become part of the past. Thank you for holding this one so softly, as always. <333 🫶💗
Oh Xiaobian… seventeen minutes. She came running in cartoon pajamas because you needed her, and that says everything about the love between you. I’m so sorry life carried you into two different worlds before either of you was ready. And yes, we can grieve a friendship… sometimes for years, because the love never received a proper goodbye. 🫶🥹
Per, this made my eyes sting a little. 🥹 You noticed the detail that still brings the whole friendship back to me at once—the seventeen minutes, the cartoon pajamas, the fact that she came running before I had even figured out what I needed to say.
I think that’s what has made this grief so difficult to place. Nothing about that love became less real just because our lives eventually stopped fitting around each other. And what you said about life carrying us into two different worlds before we were ready… that landed very deeply with me.
Maybe some friendships never receive a proper goodbye because neither person ever stopped loving. The love simply lost the life it used to live inside. Thank you for holding this one so gently, Per. 🥹🫶💗
Xiaobian, this made my eyes sting too. 🥹
The love did not become less real. It simply lost the life it once lived inside.
Thank you for trusting me with this.🫶
Per, that means more to me than I can really say. 🥹💗 This one felt less like publishing something and more like setting down something I had carried quietly for a very long time.
Knowing it reached someone who would hold it this gently made it a little easier to let it exist outside of me. I don't take that kind of tenderness for granted.
I'm really grateful for you, Per—not only for reading my words, but for the way you meet me inside them. 🫶💗
Xiaobian, I’m grateful for you too. Thank you for trusting me with something you carried for so long 🥹🫶
Hey, It's beautiful. I even remembered my old days, I'm kinda same person who sat on the front seat with tailored and crisped school uniform and all. This left me tears in my eyes, how life changes and we have had a remnants of these memories all long always keep hidden in our heart. I'm grateful that one of my childhood child, i usually call her cousin is as well with me and same strong headed and always beside me just like i always had her back with me.
Bhavana, I loved reading this. 🥹 The image of you sitting in the front row in your crisp school uniform felt so vivid—it’s amazing how one small detail can suddenly bring an entire version of ourselves back.
And I’m really glad that someone from your childhood is still beside you now. There’s something so precious about having a person who knew an earlier version of you and somehow kept walking with you as life changed around both of you.
Thank you for sharing that memory with me. It made your comment feel very personal and very warm. 🫶💗
Midsummer flowing from her pen while an endless night was sealed inside your pillbox is such a raw, honest way to describe drifting apart. You beautifully captured how a friendship can end without a villain, leaving the love with nowhere to go, Xiaobian.. 🫶🏻🥹
Priyanshu, you caught the exact contrast that still hurts me—the midsummer in her words and the endless night I was carrying inside that pillbox. Neither of us had stopped loving the other; we were just living in seasons that could no longer quite reach each other.
I think that’s why this friendship was so hard to grieve. There was no betrayal to point to, no villain to make leaving easier—just love that stayed real even after it had lost the life it once belonged to.
Thank you for seeing this so closely, as always. You have such a gentle way of finding the places in my writing I almost can’t bear to name. 🥹🫶💗
When there is no big fight or betrayal to point to, you end up searching for reasons that just don't exist. Grieving a friendship that simply ran out of time, while the love is still fully intact, leaves you stuck in a really strange, quiet kind of pain. Knowing your words were able to reach into that space and sit with you means the world. Always here to read and reflect on your heart..🥰🫶🏻🩷
Priyanshu, I think you’re right—the searching can become part of the grief itself. When there’s no betrayal, no single moment where everything broke, you keep looking backward as if there must be one missing explanation that would finally make the loss feel complete.
Maybe some friendships don’t give us that kind of answer. They just leave us holding love that was real, while the life that once made room for it quietly disappears.
And what you said at the end means more to me than you know. Knowing you’re here to read, reflect, and sit with these quieter parts of my heart makes sharing them feel a little less lonely. I’m really grateful for you, Priyanshu. 🥹🫶💗
Sometimes accepting that we will never find that final missing explanation is the hardest part of letting go. I am just really glad to be here to sit with you through those quiet moments.. Xiaobiam just know you never have to navigate that lonely space by yourself. 🥹❤️🫶🏻🥰
Ohmygod, it's sad to digest. Choosing different routes, where it wasn't even your choice is so hard to feel, pure friendships don't deserve this, but I would say it's alright, having no hate and moving on is cool for now, sending love <333
siyaa, this is exactly the part that still feels hardest to me. 🥹 Sometimes I almost wish there had been one clear thing to blame, because then maybe the ending would have had somewhere to land. But there wasn’t really a villain—just two lives slowly being pulled in different directions.
And I think you’re right about moving on without hate. Maybe that’s the gentlest thing we managed to keep. I can miss what we were, grieve what we lost, and still be grateful that love never had to turn into bitterness just to become part of the past. Thank you for holding this one so softly, as always. <333 🫶💗
You are kind hearted, much love to you<333
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