Isn’t it all about old friends?
Greetings, dearest hivers.
I have a confession to make, I am a girl who has never had a boyfriend, yet I carry a long history of loving and breaking apart from people who etched themselves into my heart.
In your life, you will meet all kinds of souls—some will astonish you with who they are, some you’d rather never cross paths with again, and some will inspire or even break you. Some will stay, but most will leave. And when they leave, it doesn’t mean you loved them less, or that they loved you any lesser. Whether they shattered you or changed you, what matters is that you met them— and that for once, you experienced love.
These past days, I’ve been thinking about how people simply come and go. December really has its own cruel ways of breaking us, doesn’t it?
I remember the childhood friends I once looked up to so dearly, but can no longer talk to. The high school friends who drifted away—no fight, no reason, just the gentle unraveling of time. Then there are the past best friends you swore you couldn’t live without… until one day you wake up and realize you already are.
Often, you break a little inside when you look at old photos—remnants of days that felt like eternity would never dare to change. You’re grateful you had them once, and now you see them from afar, distant yet peaceful in your heart. You know you cannot undo the love you gave, nor return to the moments where everything was whole. But at least you have the pictures, the memories, and even the scars that prove you once loved, truly and deeply.
And in the end, that is what counts.
So I have a question, dear hivers: who do you missed the most? The people who left or the version of you that loves them?
Anniesty Yours