Lessons I Learned from Losing a Best Friend

I never thought I’d lose you—

not to distance, not to time,

not to silence that grew louder

in the space between your lines.

We laughed like we were timeless,

shared secrets like a vow,

but promises are fragile things—

I understand that now.

You were my echo in the chaos,

the calm in every storm,

and when the world felt colder,

your friendship kept me warm.

But one wrong word, one quiet drift,

and suddenly we changed.

Not in anger, just in absence—

still, it felt so strange.

I learned that people leave sometimes

without slamming any doors.

And love can turn to memories

stacked in boxes on the floor.

I found my voice in solitude,

grew roots where you had gone.

And while I missed the “us” we were,

I learned to walk alone.

I learned to give with open hands,

to hold without demand.

To cherish fleeting moments

like grains of shifting sand.

I learned that wounds don’t stay forever,

that grief can make us wise.

That healing isn’t always loud—

sometimes it’s quiet cries.

You taught me more in leaving

than staying ever could.

Like how to love myself again

the way you once said I should.

And though you’re not beside me now,

your shadow’s not my end.

You left behind a softer me—

a lesson, not a trend.

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Regards: Fazal Hadi